Such a beautiful day. The air was clear and the sky was brilliant blue. Squirrels fed on the seeds fallen from the bird feeders. The snow drifts were as white and pristine as could be on a January day. The temperature didn’t get above ten degrees. In my opinion it was the perfect day to stay indoors and marvel at the beauty of winter from the view of the window.
The beconing bottle caps.
I had twelve dozen (that’s a gross) bottle caps calling my name and saying “embellish us, embellish us!” What does a craft queen do when her bare-naked bottle caps call to her? Submits to their every whim, of course.I set up my work station at the table right in front of the door leading to the deck. Lots of natural light and a lovely view of the scattering squirrels and fluttering birds in the back yard.My time was spent with little circles of paper, freshly flattened bottle caps, and a brand new bottle of glue. My entertainment was, of course, old-time radio shows flowing from my iPod into my brain, making my imagination work while my hands were busy with production.
The little circles of paper. That’s right, it’s Carol Brady!
The little circles of paper ran out at nine dozen (that’s one hundred-eight) so I called it quits for the day. Next in the process is applying the resin, and after a day or two of drying time I’ll create wine charms and magnets from the pieces that, by themselves, are nothing.I’ve been researching my competition and found that some people who make similar items to mine take a less labor-intensive path. They use pre-flattened, chrome bottle caps (mine are real and flattened by me), they use a paper punch to make those little circles of paper (I use scissors), and they buy fabricated acrylic bubbles, complete with adhesive, so they can just press them on the images and call it a day (I mix polymer and hardener to make a resin and apply on my images with a brush).
That’s a bunch!
I’m not saying the others are lazy and I’m not saying I’m a fool. Every crafter has her own way of making things. I’ve found a way that works best for me. A way that requires attention and precision and a bit more time. Time enough to listen to some old-time radio shows and frequently glance out the window to see the winter snow drift lazily in mid-air until it lands softly in its place.
The snow fell with abandon and the arctic freeze is descending upon us. Winter is finally here. Some people dread this time of year. I suppose the older I get the more careful I am with the ice and cold and snow surrounding me. My reflexes aren’t as quick and my bones are a bit more brittle. I have to stay upright; if I don’t I know I’ll take a long time healing. But I’m not one of those people who complain about winter. We are in Minnesota after all.
I spent part of the weekend pouring some beeswax candles. I really should get them in 
Auntie B's Wax 