Today, however, I went out into the garage and grabbed my old coffee can full of "hardware" - nuts, bolts, screws, washers, etc. I've been collecting such "treasures" for years - much to my husband's dismay - always expecting to one day find the perfect project for which they could all be used. I thought, at one point, that I could learn to weld and turn a pile of rusted metal into some beautiful, sculpted piece of art. Ha! Welding is an art, in and of itself, and I am NOT gifted thusly. Whatsoever. Anyway...
So I dragged out the coffee can and dumped its contents onto a large piece of craft board, left over from some long-ago school project for which I'd bought too much stuff because I was in a last-minute panic (I know you know what I'm talking about!). As best I could, I sorted the pieces by type: screws, nails, bolts, washers, weird and unidentifiable things...square things...things that looked like bolts, or maybe screws, but had washers around them that wouldn't come undone... I ended-up with eight, sweet little piles of metal; some of it rusted, some of it shiny and new-looking. I was enchanted.
The original idea was to grab some pieces and glue them to something...an idea I'd found on...yes, I admit it, Pinterest. I was going to make a trivet. Or maybe a really cool little gift box. But, instead, I just sorted everything and realized I had a really cool picture on my hands. Visual interest. And I figured I should just quit while I was ahead...
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