I had no idea that polishing heavily tarnished Silver could be cleaned in such a fun easy way. I came across a youtube video on the “How Too” way to clean Silver, I didn’t save the link but, oh so cool and easy.
First you will need;
A pan to boil water and big enough to submerge your Silver piece. Hot Pads to handle the pot of boiling water and one to protect your surface if needed, I used a box. A box of Baking Soda, a container of Salt, aluminium foil in the shape of your pan, tongs to remove your piece from the hot water and towel to set your piece on after the science.
I did this outside in 20-degree weather on my covered front porch. You need a well-ventilated area, the fumes are strong and your chemical reaction could bubble over.
Bring your pot of water to a heavy boil. Move your pan to your prepped area. Put your silver on top of the foil and put it in the pan of boiling water. Sprinkle an even coat of salt on top of the water, I used about a 1/4 cup, then sprinkle a little more than the salt of baking soda. It will bubble and release gases as it removes your tarnish. I let it in the water solution for about 5 minutes. Then used the tongs to remove the Silver vase to the towel to cool.
I was very impressed with the results. Then take your silver to the sink and rinse. Use a soft cloth to dry your piece, so you don’t scratch the silver. I wanted it a little cleaner so I polished my Bud Vase with some silver cleaner and rinsed again. Beautiful! Who knew Science could be so helpful and fun and practical?
I was just perusing my favorite Etsy Shops one morning and came across two vintage brass hose nozzles at NeatoKeen’s Shop; https://www.etsy.com/shop/NeatoKeen well my head said “oh, those would make fabulous coat hooks” so Cindy sent them to me and I got to work figuring out how to mount these beauties to an Oak table leaf I rescued from a garage sale. Now, I like things in odd numbers so I hit eBay to see if I could find another vintage brass nozzle. Strange as it may seem I found the middle vintage brass nozzle connected to the vintage brass faucet — “ding, ding, ding”! I can screw the whole thing to my board! Hunting for two more vintage brass water faucets proved to be a bit more costly but, hey, in the name of Art I had to have them all! While rummaging through my favorite Thrift store, I found a popcorn tin with vintage seed packs inside. Wahoo, I love it when a project comes together! So once I got all my components together I just put them in place.
I love the way it came out, nothing like bringing the outdoors in!
I am attracted to so many different venues of art, at times, it is just a really good feeling I get when I spot something that I usually know either nothing about or just enough to peak my interest. This was the case today as I was perusing my local haunts for those special treasures that I can put in my Shop for sale and enjoy them while they are in my possession. Today’s discovery was of 4 Foil Prints of a nautical theme with sailboats and charming Harbour scenes. Upon further inspection, the were curiously signed Lionel Barrymore. For those of you that don’t know the history of Lionel Barrymore he was a magnificent actor as was and still is (Drew Barrymore) his family. These days Lionel is best known for his role as the Banker, Mr. Potter in the traditional Christmas Movie “It’s a Wonderful Life”. Lionel also played Scrooge. I think that his real passion was drawing and painting, although his fame and fortune came from following his families business of acting. Just maybe this torment was his inspiration for playing the villainous roles he is still remembered for. Oh and “Key Largo” with Humprey Bogart, love that movie.
After I purchase something I try to do research on the object to pass along the story of the piece. I feel fabulous when I can educate and maybe even entertain my guest that stop by my shop with the back story of an interesting object. So I was disappointed I wasn’t finding anything on the art of Lionel Barrymore until I found this article http://www.dailyherald.com/article/20130602/entlife/706029987/
So, I just wanted to thank Helaine Fendelman and Joe Rosson for their tenacity in tracking down the information they have provided on these mysterious Lionel Barrymore foil prints. I came across four of the silver-colored foil prints and I must admit I am a big fan. I lived in South Carolina for a time and the Point Pleasant print took me back home. I can only imagine the places he visited in his travels. I feel fortunate to have stumbled across a beautiful glimpse of the past and of one man’s passion for art.
I hope to be adding these Prints to my Shop after I find frames and enjoy them for a bit. https://www.etsy.com/shop/umeone
Merry Christmas! Be sure to look for Mr. Potter in “It’s a Wonderful Life” Thank you, Lionel Barrymore, for sharing all your artistic talents.
Besides the Handmade and Manufactured Sellers on Etsy. There is another branch of talented hard working recyclers that comprise Etsy, the Vintage Sellers. I’m not sure of the exact amount of stuff that Vintage Sellers save from the landfill every year but, I am sure we would be amazed and impressed. Vintage Sellers go to great lengths to bring unique items to the world at large. The United States is a youth compared to the rest of the world, our Country was comprised of some of the Europes most talented and innovative immigrants. People who had a vision and the gumption to travel across the seas to an unsettled land where they used their talents to produce some of the finest items in the world. These are the items we as Vintage Sellers strive to save and repurpose. Falling into the very description of Etsy’s core values, unique one of a kind items that you can’t find anywhere else. it might just behove Mr. Dickerson to embrace the Vintage side of Etsy.
Anyone with an anxiety disorder knows the wave of depression that threatens your core. It comes out of nowhere, I can feel it coming but, am powerless to stop it or even warn those around me that it is coming. I read it described as a tidal wave building offshore and then crashing down on you, leaving destruction in its path, changing your every emotion and thought. The only thing I can do is scramble down the rabbit hole looking desperately for Alice and her magic mushrooms. Once I hit the bottom of the hole all the useless advice of; “shaking things off, it is part of life, why can’t you just snap out of it, you should not have gone off your medicine and what is the matter” do nothing but, push me into a corner of my darkness. Rational reasoning and frustrated accusations do not help anything or anybody. What I need is calm and to be safe in my surroundings. As the pressure is released then so are my fears. Only then can I contemplate climbing out of the safety of my rabbit hole. I have taken anti-depressants for years, being on 2 for the last few years and was starting to feel like I could do without them. You hear of people going off their meds all the time and I bet you wonder or even blame their erratic behavior on their decision to stop their medications. It is all part of the anxiety of being in control of your well-being.
“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded sometimes destroyed.”
So, I quit taking the Prozac, just knowing that it had to go. After a couple weeks without it I felt fine, nobody close to me even noticed a difference. Ha, I’ve got this! So next step is going off the Wellbutrin…nope, not a good idea, they call it Well-butrin for a reason. Fine, I can live with that. Well or not, you can’t control all that goes on in your life, sometimes the best place to be is in the rabbit hole. I’m thankful for that.
Ok, so maybe not the Happy Thanksgiving you were looking for but, not everyone can be 10 feet tall, sometimes the pressure of everyday life can make you feel very small.
My wish to those is to have less to do, take a breath and be thankful for the little things around you.
It has been one crazy month around here. Craig (hubby) had a heart attack on the 17th of October, right after the last play of the Michigan vs Michigan State football game. If you don’t follow college football, in the last 10 seconds Michigan was winning the game, all they had to do was punt the ball, well a fumble of the ball leads to Michigan State taking the ball in for a touchdown and winning the game! The crowd goes crazy, Michigan is in shock and Craig has a heart attack. 3 stints in his arteries later we are back home waiting for my surgery 10 days later for a tumor on my neck, cut throat, take out the tumor, which thank the good Lord was benign and we are back home counting our blessings. Fast forward two weeks and Craig can’t breathe, so back to the hospital for another heart cath, all is well there but, now he has to wear a heart monitor for the next month to try and figure out what the problem is.
Which brings us to today, Tiki and I go to the park every morning for a walk with our friends and Tiki dogs morning constitution. Apparently with all the drama in my precious pooches existence she found it necessary to roll in pooh. Then thought she could avoid the whole bath extravaganza by trying out her linebacker moves on me, as I missed the 60 pounds of poopie pooch for the second time, I started to feel my blood begin to boil. Now a quest to get her in the bathroom I took her poopie covered collar outside and rinsed it off with the hose, nicely wet and cold I slipped it around her neck and she gave in, wisely deciding to follow my lead to the dreaded bathtub.
Good grief I know she does not understand all that is involved with the aftermath of her bubbles and massage. I have to wash everything, laundry, disinfect the bathtub, mop the floor and wipe down the walls.
So in my grumblings I finally sit down to work, on my desk is a small piece of paper from a fortune cookie I had months ago…Suppressing a moment of anger may save a day of sorrow. Huh, just what I needed at that moment, thank you, God you are great! Tiki I still love you, silly girl!