Something Old — Something New

22 August 2017

Time to reveal the finished project…….

Several days ago I posted a blog showing a typesetter’s tray that I discovered while perusing a Peddler’s Mall.  I had been attempting for quite a while to find a way to display/store my jewelry so that I could easily see my collection without digging through boxes for a piece to match my outfit-of-the-day.  When I saw the typesetter’s tray, the mental wheels began to rapidly turn.  At the time of purchase, I wasn’t certain how I was going to make the conversion, but I knew the ideas would begin to flow as quickly as the money changed hands.

Typesetters Tray Before

I began by using compressed air to remove years of dust from the cracks and crevices.  My mind wandered at that point to the person who had used this drawer for hour after hour while preparing a single letter at a time until words, sentences and then paragraphs were finally form.  Obviously, my mind wanders frequently….so back to the project.

Once the dust was cleaned away, I applied a coat of CeCe Caldwell Thomasville Teal chalk paint.  While waiting on the paint to dry, I dug through an old satchel of scrapbook materials.  I chose scrapbook paper in complimentary colors to the teal paint.  The next step was the most time consuming.  I cut a piece of colorful paper for each of the openings on the tray and adhered them with a spray adhesive.  I fully realize that the adhesive was to be placed on the back of the paper, but still managed to get enough on my hands to make them appear to be some type of mutant finger-webbed appendages whose DNA was seriously twisted.   Once I was able to separate my fingers back to normalcy, I searched my tool boxes for a variety of hooks to scatter throughout the tray.  During my search, I discovered a small dowel screaming “use me” from the depths of the unorganized tool box.  Mr. Dowel was cut to fit a few of the larger spaces in the tray and received a coat of CeCe Caldwell New Orleans Purple chalk paint.  A little dab of wood glue held the dowel in place reminding me of the hanging rack in a Barbie carrying-case that I had quite a few years ago.  Additional hooks were placed on the back of the tray so that it could be hung on the wall.

Typesetters Tray Painted

I found a plethora of jewelry that had simply been forgotten.  Some pieces found a home in my new display while others were moved to the never-ending yard-sale pile. Everything that gets deposited into the yard-sale boxes is one less thing I’ll have to move on this new journey. This project served two purposes for me…..(1) Get rid of things that you don’t use and (2) organize what you have so that you can actually use and enjoy it.

Typesetters Tray filled

Before I begin another new project, I think I should complete some of these half-finished ones here in the studio!  I’ll keep you up-to-date on my progress.

Until then, BCRE8TF, my friends!

Love, Laughter & Happiness


The Creative Chick

Happy Dirty Hands

8 August 2017

I have paint under my fingernails and it feels great!  That might not sound like much to any of you who do not know me, but it’s one of those “steps in the right direction”.  I’m not practicing my airbrushing skills nor painting a portrait nor making a graphite architectural drawing…..I am working on an artsy/crafty repurpose project.

This is a vacation week for me from my 7-4 M-F job. The entire week can’t be spent in the studio as I do have some other things planned but I am going to get quite a few productive (and fun) hours between those four walls.  Yesterday was spent shopping for upholstery fabric for a few household projects, as well as a stroll through a Peddler’s Mall.  While there, I purchased an old typesetter’s tray to repurpose.  I’ve taken a photo of it before beginning and will include a photo after it is complete.  For now, I’ll leave you to guess what its new usage will be and I’ll return to the studio to see if the first coat of glaze has dried.

Until next time, BCRE8TF my friends.


Love, Laughter and Happiness Always,


The Creative Chick

Typesetters Tray Before


Time To Move

It’s time to move.  As of this date, I will no longer live on the corner of Depression and Doubt.  Rent is too high, the space is too little and there is no room for my dreams to grow. My new location will be over on Destiny and Belief. All mail sent to the old address will be returned to sender.

This change might take a bit of time as I will only be able to pack one box at a time.  Now, whether this box goes with me, or gets taken to the garbage center, will be my first challenge.  As I pack up my thoughts, my problems, my past, the stumbling blocks that have been thrown at me, I will meditate on each and determine a way to let them go.  I cannot fly with these things weighing me down.

Just like most everyone, I have dreams, goals, wishes and wants.  Unfortunately, I have allowed life to get in the way of actually living.  In so many ways, it’s my own fault but I believe that realizing this is the first step in changing, just as the first step in helping an alcoholic is getting them to admit that there is an issue.  So there…..I’ve said it…..I am admitting that I have an issue.  I have dove head first into the gutter of simply settling for a job that pays the bills and have allowed my dreams to vanish.  How do I collect all of those pieces of shattered dreams and glue them back together? It will be accomplished with a lot of hard work and determination…..much faith and hope…..a better attitude……self-discipline and whatever else that I discover.

I am an artist, although lately I feel that I have to say that “I WAS an artist”.  I am not whining nor asking for sympathy.  I will ask for support and positive thoughts but the rest has to be handled by me.  When I look around, I certainly see that my problems are much smaller than those of many people.  Maybe mine are not even truly problems, but loss of focus, ambition and goals.  Yes, there are times when I blame society for the boat in which I am currently sailing but ultimately, I’m in charge of the oars.  It is time to start rowing in a different direction.

It is quite simple to throw out these thoughts for the world to read.  The difficulty lies in actually putting this all into action.  But I CAN and WILL do it……each brick that is thrown at me will simply be used to build another step in the stairway to my happiness.

It is my intent to break away the chains that bind my artistic freedom.  It is my intent to once again start creating.  My intentions are great…….now on to the next step of packing those boxes, one by one, and moving forward.

BCRE8TF my friends!

Love, Laughter & Happiness to you always!


The Creative Chick