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When someone shows up with broken remains of a precious family heirloom, it’s always the same tearful look.

Peggy broke a very unique clay candle holder that her mother (who had since passed) had given her as a gift so … using a very cool wrought iron table, we cut a piece of concrete backer board for the bottom shelf … that way you can see the finished piece through the glass top and keep it safe from any further damage.

We arranged all of the clay children (as they were on the original piece) in the center and glued the rest of the broken pieces around them. Added a gold veined glass tile for the border and let it dry overnight.

Used a charcoal grout to finish it off, after the mastic dried.

Tears of joy all around!

Doesn’t get much better than this!

Recycled Art — Memories are made of these.

Never Underestimate Burlap (deborahwoodmurphy.wordpress.com)
Designing a rustic hallway (directblinds.co.uk)

A jar of glass marbles jumped off the shelf, inspiration granted.

The vintage window was purchased in Orange, California with my sista friend, Alice. A fun day was had by all.

Lovin’ the glass heart porthole! Sorry, sold.

glass-on-glass-window — “Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.” ― Jim Carroll -SOLD

“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t “try” to do things. You simply “must” do things.” — Ray Bradbury

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.” — Pearl S. Buck

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