Yesterday I spent most of the day at the Arts & Crafts Center on base framing some of my pictures. If you haven't figured it out, I'm avoiding doing anything to my house so that I can panic and freak out at the last minute, not that I'm not doing that now but you get my point.
In October my mother flew Tim and I home for my uncle's wedding. We were only there about 6 days and one of the days we went to NY to visit my in-laws for the afternoon/evening. While we were there I noticed the picture that was given to my FIL by his cousins from Italy.
The picture was printed on a very heavy piece of cardboard. I mentioned to Tim that I wanted to frame it for him as I know that he wouldn't do it for himself, but I knew that he would never give it to me to do. So we stole it instead.
It was meant to be a Xmas present but with working a new job and limited funds I just never got around to framing it.
My father has recently bought a motorcycle (this will all tie in a minute, every story has a back story). He has been decking it out by buying a new helmet, new jacket, boots, special glasses so that his eyes don't dry out, etc. He mentioned that he was going to have to buy my mother a helmet. I told him not to that we had 2 band new helmets here and I would give him one. (long story short, the AF decided to change which kind of helmets we could use and we have to conform to the British standard since we are "visiting" in their country and our US helmets don't match up to theirs so we had to buy new ones.)
Well we all know that I'm moving and the helmet were in the loft (that's british for attic). When we got them down I wrapped them in the brown paper and went looking for the very belated xmas presents to my in-laws.
I called Tim at work to ask where they were, of course, being a man he says, my parents have xmas presents. Yeah I know. He then asked if I framed his father's picture yet. I told him no. He said you are going to mail all that stuff and my father only has one thing and well we have had it a while, why don't you just get in there this week, you aren't working. I said okay and went and booked an appointment at the Frame shop.
The picture that I'm framing is of the town that my father was born in so it is very special to him. When we brought it home it was too thick to roll so we had to do it kinda flat, in a suit case. It didn't work out so well. It was already bent anyways but We didn't help matters any. I tried to flatten it out the best that I could.
Well when I go to frame stuff I have learned to take several pieces in just in case they don't have a frame that I'm looking for. I have had this one print for a very long time (about 6 months) that I have been trying to frame but they never have the frame and it will look bad ass with this one frame that I like. I'm not willing to scarfice, I'll wait for the frame.
So anyways, I brought in all of my paintings that we bought on our travels. They are the 2 the I bought in Rome and one that we bought in Paris and of course my father's print.
I had to have a custom mat for this picture made. I did that and framed the picture. The picture was so badly bent though that you could see the air bubbles from where it wasn't sitting flat. One of the guys that works there said you should have dry mounted it. I asked, how do you do that. He said take it apart and I'll show you.
I had to take all of the pins (the clips that you bent back and forth to keep the pictures in their frames) and take the picture away from the mat. This took a little time but it was worth it for the end result.
Then Ken (the frame shop worker and very talented artist) got this sheet of cardboard and pealed away what appeared to be a big sticker. He then put the picture on the sticker and took a roller to it so that it would flatten out.
Of course my picture has to be difficult and there was one corner that was really badly bent. So Ken busted out the super glue of the masters. He put some down and said to go and take a break so that the glue could dry a little and then come back to and we'll finish it up.
So I went and called Tim and told him what a pain in the ass his dad's picture was being. I came back and worked on something else and then it was time to finish it off.
Ken rolled the picture over the super glue and it, for the most part, stayed flat. He then cut a piece of backing that was like 20 thicker than the average backing to help weigh it down. It came out great. It isn't a very big picture now the fun part is going to finding a box to put it in and hope and pray that it doesn't break. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
In October my mother flew Tim and I home for my uncle's wedding. We were only there about 6 days and one of the days we went to NY to visit my in-laws for the afternoon/evening. While we were there I noticed the picture that was given to my FIL by his cousins from Italy.
The picture was printed on a very heavy piece of cardboard. I mentioned to Tim that I wanted to frame it for him as I know that he wouldn't do it for himself, but I knew that he would never give it to me to do. So we stole it instead.
It was meant to be a Xmas present but with working a new job and limited funds I just never got around to framing it.
My father has recently bought a motorcycle (this will all tie in a minute, every story has a back story). He has been decking it out by buying a new helmet, new jacket, boots, special glasses so that his eyes don't dry out, etc. He mentioned that he was going to have to buy my mother a helmet. I told him not to that we had 2 band new helmets here and I would give him one. (long story short, the AF decided to change which kind of helmets we could use and we have to conform to the British standard since we are "visiting" in their country and our US helmets don't match up to theirs so we had to buy new ones.)
Well we all know that I'm moving and the helmet were in the loft (that's british for attic). When we got them down I wrapped them in the brown paper and went looking for the very belated xmas presents to my in-laws.
I called Tim at work to ask where they were, of course, being a man he says, my parents have xmas presents. Yeah I know. He then asked if I framed his father's picture yet. I told him no. He said you are going to mail all that stuff and my father only has one thing and well we have had it a while, why don't you just get in there this week, you aren't working. I said okay and went and booked an appointment at the Frame shop.
The picture that I'm framing is of the town that my father was born in so it is very special to him. When we brought it home it was too thick to roll so we had to do it kinda flat, in a suit case. It didn't work out so well. It was already bent anyways but We didn't help matters any. I tried to flatten it out the best that I could.
Well when I go to frame stuff I have learned to take several pieces in just in case they don't have a frame that I'm looking for. I have had this one print for a very long time (about 6 months) that I have been trying to frame but they never have the frame and it will look bad ass with this one frame that I like. I'm not willing to scarfice, I'll wait for the frame.
So anyways, I brought in all of my paintings that we bought on our travels. They are the 2 the I bought in Rome and one that we bought in Paris and of course my father's print.
I had to have a custom mat for this picture made. I did that and framed the picture. The picture was so badly bent though that you could see the air bubbles from where it wasn't sitting flat. One of the guys that works there said you should have dry mounted it. I asked, how do you do that. He said take it apart and I'll show you.
I had to take all of the pins (the clips that you bent back and forth to keep the pictures in their frames) and take the picture away from the mat. This took a little time but it was worth it for the end result.
Then Ken (the frame shop worker and very talented artist) got this sheet of cardboard and pealed away what appeared to be a big sticker. He then put the picture on the sticker and took a roller to it so that it would flatten out.
Of course my picture has to be difficult and there was one corner that was really badly bent. So Ken busted out the super glue of the masters. He put some down and said to go and take a break so that the glue could dry a little and then come back to and we'll finish it up.
So I went and called Tim and told him what a pain in the ass his dad's picture was being. I came back and worked on something else and then it was time to finish it off.
Ken rolled the picture over the super glue and it, for the most part, stayed flat. He then cut a piece of backing that was like 20 thicker than the average backing to help weigh it down. It came out great. It isn't a very big picture now the fun part is going to finding a box to put it in and hope and pray that it doesn't break. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
The finished product.
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