Bottle Cap Fish

  I’ve been collecting bottle caps for a while now. I’ve found the designs and colors inviting. When we were in California last year, we ate at a pizza joint where you popped the top to your drink and the cap fell into a container. I asked the manager what she did with all the caps and she said if I wanted them I could take them. Well, golly gee! Thank you! Unfortunately, I could only take what I could carry in my pockets, purse and shirt. I’ve had friends save bottle caps and I have a basket where the few we have get deposited.  

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My first thought was to cover a coffee table I have in the basement. But after further research, it would’ve been a complete mess with the epoxy. 

 (www.tomideiningerart.com)

So what to do next…I searched through Pinterest for ideas.  

 (www.designsponge.com)

Isn’t this totally cool?!? 

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Yea! My car!! I could hot glue bottle caps all over my car!!  

 Then I find these beautiful pieces of artwork by The Moore Family Artwork. They inspired me. 

 I got to work pulling 4 pieces of wood off a pallet to use for the base. Can I just say that this was NOT an easy task for me? I sweated, I grunted and I maybe even said a few cuss words. And yet… 

 My sweet son-in-law and friend built this incredible wall entirely of wood from pallets!! (The secret is to drop the pallets on the corners to wiggle them loose. Who knew?) 

 Anyway, this is what the back looks like. 

 I drew a picture on the back of some wrapping paper, then laid it upon a piece of tracing paper. I went back over the lines to transfer the image to the board.

 Now my image is on the wood to help guide my placement of the caps. 

  After separating the caps by color into cups, I had fun playing around with the placement of the colors. This looks like we’re going in the right direction. Old Lilly is pretty curious about all the goings on up there.

 I took it outside and began to hammer. Do you know what happens to anything on the board you are nailing into? Everything begins to do a little jig. 

 And wiggle… 

 and fall off the table! Dang. So much for trying to be organized. 

 Thank goodness my momma came to town and joyfully reorganized my caps into color groups. 

 I just started hammering away. Most of the time I hit the nail, other times my finger. Ouch! 

 Im thinking all the pain was worth it! TaDa! My little fishy isn’t any where near as professional as The Moore Family’s, but…. 

 in the bedroom of a teenage boy? It’s just perfect.

Thanks for dropping by! 

 P.S. Just trying to keep things real around here…my teenager does not make his bed. 

P.S.S. No, he doesn’t have a headboard to his bed. This will be another project for another day. I have my priorities people…Fish First!

My friend Jack

My son, Thomas has turned 17 years old. I know, that all of us mommas are shocked when our babies grow up. How does it happen so fast? Well, I’ve decided to change his room from the one he’s had since third grade to a more grown up version. (That whole process deserves its own post later.) 

 I’m boxing everything up. Completely emptying and cleaning out the room. There is a box to donate and one to keep. Thomas says to just throw it all away, but I know that one day, it’ll be fun to look back and remember. 

Geodes, rocks for a cairn, trophies, and a signed Harlem Globe Trotters program are all keepers for now. 

 Snake skins, Sharks teeth, alligator head, shells and lava rocks must be saved. 

 As much as he loved the “Magic Tree House” series, I think donating them to library for other children to fall in love with is the right thing to do. 

 I found these three ring binders, his sweet teachers from elementary school put together for each child. Inside is a collection of the child’s writings and a few pieces of artwork from throughout the year.

 In kindergarten, Thomas was in Mrs. Jones’ class with Jack. They had become friends in preschool.  

 In the kindergarten binder I found some of his journal writings. Mrs. Jones would give the class the beginning of a sentence they needed to copy, then the children would complete the sentence in their own words. I’m not too sure what “fbtj” is, but I’m sure they had a blast playing it.

 Although Dad didn’t have much to do with Jack being Thomas’ friend, it is awful sweet of Thomas to be thankful for this friendship.

I think this is about the time of the cleaning and boxing up process, that I started crying. 

 You see, like I was saying at the beginning of this post, Thomas just turned 17. We took him and two of his buddies to dinner. Who did Thomas ask to celebrate with us? Jack. 

This type of friendship is one that many of us will never experience. In the many years they have been friends, I have never heard an unkind word between them. They encourage one another, celebrate the wins and share in the sorrows. I don’t know what will happen in two years when they go off to college, but I am sure they will find a way to keep in touch. 

Hmm…I wonder what else I will find in this room.

Thanks for dropping by! 

 
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