Friday, November 6, 2020

Tick tick tick tick...

 Typically, the things that show up on Resurrection Upcycle are rehabs of tired furniture, things that have been beaten down, and often curb and junk store treasures. But today finds me doing something a bit different. It's positively a first attempt at anything like this, and it was an interesting journey.

We've been preparing for a move and as a part of that, there is massive amounts of cleaning out that has to be done. Some things aren't difficult to part with, but some things that others may consider junk... well, those must stay. That's what I tackled today.

We came into posession of these two little treasures many years ago. One from a sweet family friend, and the other was actually from my dad.



This little clock was passed along to us about 30 years ago as something we might enjoy. It didn't work when we got it, but an excellent clockmaker was able to get it running. I'm not really sure of it's value, but it's stamped "Western Germany" on the back so at the very least, it's something unique.

Unfortunately, it was interesting to tiny hands as well and finally fell victim to a bit too tight a wind and the removal of some of the setting knobs. Amazingly, we managed to keep track of them and so I had all the pieces to put it back together. 

My thinking was that it was already inoperative, so what was the worst I could do to it? I didn't doubt that I could reassemble it, even if I wasn't able to get it running, so I got out the tiny screwdrivers and started taking it apart.


Then I started poking around to see if I could figure out how it worked. Seemed simple enough so I just got some lightweight oil and oiled the gears and started gently tapping the pieces here and there, and it came to life!!



Now to the alarm, which is actually a tiny music box. My methods were the same and once again, it started working and playing it's familiar tune.


Now at this point, I'll admit that when I opened it up, along with a couple of easily identifiable parts, there was also a spring and a small plastic... something. I couldn't figure out what they were intended to do, and the clocked worked fine without them. So I taped them inside the case with a note about why they were there and the date that I took it apart and fixed it. 

One down, on to the next! 



This actually isn't a clock, but an interval timer. My dad used it in his dental lab, and when he closed up shop, I became the proud owner. It never worked for me, but I remembered the sound of the bell when it went off. 

It's probably from the 50's and when I got into it, I saw that I wasn't the first one to take it apart. The face cover had been held in place with tape, so I replaced it with fresh tape. There were a lot more pieces and parts in this one than there were in the little clock! 



Undaunted, (remember? It was broken anyway) after taking the back off, I once again began poking around. Since the oil worked once before, I tried it again, but this time it took a bit more effort. It was pretty grimy on the outside and the inside wasn't much better.


It was easy to get the bell working, and eventually I figured out the timer as well. 


I got it running, first only laying on it's back, but with a little patience, I got it running sitting upright as well. 


So I would say it was a few hours very well spent. If I were looking to start another career, I might be willing to explore clock repair!!





There is an appointed time for everything. 
And there is a time for every matter under heaven...
A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart and a time to sew together.
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8




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Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Rona Rehabs / or How I Spent My Lockdown

Recently, someone asked me what I had been up to. It immediately took me back to elementary school and the annual assignment in September. I think writing the "What I Did On Summer Vacation" paper is a memory shared by most.
 
But this particular summer vacation has taken place during the spring and it's been everything BUT a vacation!! Of course, I'm referring to "the lockdown" that's also an experience shared by most!
 
The community curbs quickly showed evidence of what was going on in households as everyone started cleaning out. We were included in that number, though, we pretty much stay in a state of clean out so didn't have much to add.
 
Games, binging on Netflix, cooking, walking the neighborhood, reading, etc. filled the time; as did Rona Rehabs! So this post is in answer to my friends question.

Welcome to my "How I Spent Springtime Lockdown" post!!
 
I always have ideas lasering through my brain, and typically have  project or two in the queue. Lockdown started with rehabbing the bed that had belonged to my folks. For the most part,  it just needed a good cleaning and a fresh rubdown with poly.
 
 

 
Did a bit of research on the maker, and removed 80 years of dirt and congealed finish...
 
 
And made a VERY interesting discovery. Evidently, when this bed was originally produced, someone made a mistake. It was assembled so that this beautiful piece of woodwork has spent it's entire life unseen and against the wall!! After discussing it with little brother, who also has a vested emotional interest in this particular piece of furniture, and considering the amount of work it would take to completely disassemble the headboard, and the risk of damage that would introduce, we decided to make it a piece of it's history and leave it alone.
 
 
It still has a lot of years of life left in it.
 
***
 
Next came another family piece. This mirror is a part of a bedroom set that came into my husbands family in 1958 when it was brand new and purchased by his grandparents. It's graced our home since we married 42 years ago.
 
 
 
 
It was always this weird pinky brown color that I never really cared for. Officially, called "Antique Brune", I opted for a black gel stain, and like it much better now.
 
 
While the mirror is done, the rest of the set is in process. 
 
***
 
By the time these were completed, it was getting warm outside and I started thinking about this...
 
 
 
A few years ago we had to do some foundation work around our house and in the process, all of the landscaping was torn out. While it was put back in place, not all of it survived the trauma. One of the casualties was a rose bush. When I  finally realized this wouldn't make it, I pulled it out of the ground and was so intrigued by the shape of the root ball, that I decided to just set it out on the front porch with a bunch of driftwood. I knew that eventually it would morph into "something".
 
The time came thanks to Rona, and after sitting a couple of years on the porch drying out, I decided that I could explore my artistic side (which I don't possess, by the way). So I brushed off all the crud and then washed it with plain soap and water. Since I liked the way it looked when it was wet, I decided to put some stain on it, and then, out of curiosity,  set out to do some research to see if my efforts were worth anything.

 

 
WHAT!?
 
Yes, now I've put the word out to friends and family to save root balls for me!!

 
Maybe someday I'll build a stand. But for now, it's kinda cool.
 
***
 
Are you bored yet??
 
***
 
I'm a self admitted sign junkie, and I saw one I liked. Yup. Too cheap to pay for it, so made my own. Why not? It's not like there was anything else to do!!
 
 
Because every household needs an "Ice Cream and Confectionery" sign.

 
And it kept me off the streets for a couple of days.
 
***
 
So in 40 plus years, you "go a lot of places, do a lot of stuff and collect a lot of junk". Maybe that should be spelled "junque", but whatever you call it, we've accumulated it. Even 40 years ago, one of my favorite places was a real live junk shop in a neighboring town. That's where I started picking up plates that I liked.
 
Up until recently, they've been spread through the house, and there are still a few random ones here and there, but I decided to pull them all together and try something different.
 
Enter the mirror that has been in our bedroom for quite some time. When we make our next move, this mirror and matching dresser won't be going with us. There is nothing wrong with it, but we just won't need it anymore, so rather than waiting and eventually putting it at the curb, I decided to get a head start and remove the mirror now and get into the basement paint stock.
 


Collect the plates, remove the mirror, and dig into the paint, sandpaper, stain and poly...
 

 
And Voila!!
 
I know the Boho Chic crowd is all into "basket walls" but we already did everything they're doing in our hippie days. So this is my take on a basket wall.
 
***
 
Ok, if you've hung in there this long, you might as well finish the lockdown journey! The most current projects ran concurrently.
 
 
 
This cute little cabinet was given to me by a friend. He wasn't sure what it was or what it was worth. Upon seeing it, it was clear that it had been a part of an antique oak secretary desk. The outline of the other half is clear on one side. The missing half and it's condition sadly robbed it of any value.
 

So I gladly accepted it, cleaned it up and repaired the damage to the frame and veneer. We lived with it for awhile until it became clear what should be done with it. Then, once again I headed for the basement.
 
 
The only thing that had to be purchased to complete this makeover was a new medallion to replace the decorative crest that once adorned the top of it. It's a sweet little addition to the Junque family!
 
***
 
While working on the cabinet, I also picked up this window on FB Marketplace. I really liked the shape of it and the fact that it was uber cheap!! But it was a mess!!
 
 
It took several hours, several razor blades to clean several layers of paint from the glass, and a good scrubbing to clean this up. But the weather was beautiful and working outside is always a plus!

 
All of the original wavy glass has survived the journey. I can only imagine the stories it could tell.
 
***
 
Obviously, I like old stuff. The unknown history is so intriguing. Sometimes I learn about the past when I take things apart to rehab them, but more often than not, the story is left to the imagination. I'm okay with that.
 
You made it to the end!! Thanks for spending some of your own Rona ride with me! I'd love to hear about your own journey!
 
Be encouraged. It won't go on forever!
 
 
 
 
How blessed is he who considers the helpless;
The Lord will deliver him in trouble.
Psalm 41:1
 
The Spirit of a man can endure his sickness,
But as for a broken spirit,
Who can bear it?
Proverbs 18:4
 
Be very careful to observe the commandment
And the law which Moses,
The servant of the Lord
Commanded you;
To love the Lord your God
And walk in all His ways
And keep His commandments
And HOLD FAST to Him
And serve him with all your heart
And with all you soul.
Joshua 22:5
 
 
 
 









 










Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Good Junk Cheap!

I think the title of this entry pretty much encompasses the whole point of this particular blog. It's easy to have nice and unusual things if you're willing to keep your eyes open and put in a little sweat equity. I've been distracted by other projects for the last year and so not much has gone on here. But I have a sweet friend at Eugemia's Creations   who is constantly busy and keeps me motivated. If you've never taken a look at her facebook page, spend a few minutes there. Her style is very different than mine, and I love it! 

But even though I may not have things in the pipeline all the time, in the spirit of "cool stuff on a budget" I'm always on the look out for potential projects. This one came in the form of a frame hidden in a pile in a local junk store. That would be "junk". Not "junque". One of those places that you dress for because you come out so dirty. Those are getting few and far between and I'm glad there's one near me. 

I found this Eastlake style frame hidden behind several other things and covered in years worth of dirt and grime. Didn't think to take a picture until it was cleaned up. As I looked closely, it was obvious that it had been crudely rebuilt, but I liked the look so picked it up. I think the guy checking me out was disappointed I found it before he did! Not bad for a couple of bucks!






It was a mirror frame and I wanted to get it back as closely as I could to it's original state. So after cleaning it up, I was  off to the glass cutter. It's an unusual size, and I knew I'd never find anything off the shelf. After hearing that any kind of mirror with the look I wanted would be cost prohibitive, I  decided it couldn't be that hard to do it myself, so just had them cut a piece of plain glass. After spending a few minutes on the web, (on my phone while sitting in my car!) I headed to the hardware store and picked up what I needed.




 Vinegar, water and a couple of cans of spray paint. After cleaning the glass I was ready to go. 



 
The first step was to spray the glass with equal parts vinegar and water. A little hard to see, but it went on the glass pretty randomly and that's what I wanted. 




After spraying directly over the wet glass with Krylon looking glass paint, I carefully dabbed it all over to remove the water.




 What was left behind was getting close to what I was looking for, but it was still not "mirror" looking enough, so I re-wet it and spray painted it a second time, and once again blotted off the water. Much happier with the result the second time around. 





 What came next was a coating of flat black spray paint. I just used the really cheap stuff and sprayed it more heavily around the edges than in the center. Seemed the right thing to do to achieve the desired effect.





 After drying overnight, it was ready for a new home. 





  
I'm pleased with the finished product. I think the only thing missing that the original would have had would be a beveled edge to the glass. I can live without it!





The Lord will give strength to His people;
The Lord will bless His people with peace.
Psalm 29:11