Embezzling Metal

Lemme finally explain how I got

<--this effect.

So, I've mentioned a couple times that paper scrapbooky things are my guilty pleasure, right? Something about a kit being a great big cheating shortcut... Thing is, the materials are always cuter than anything people ever make with them. But, every so often I'll indulge in a trip around the web, checking out new products and papers and such. Last time, I stumbled upon:

Which while kinda silly, led me to a mini obsession about these crusty embossing powders. Like, look at a regular white:
 compared to this lady's white:

Anyways, I liked the splattered enamel look. So then they started selling these variety packs, and it was on.

I even got this swirlytwirly:
And some ink pads.






I should also mention that I got the idea of embossing on metal from this book.




The rest was trial and lots of error. I learned, for example, that rubbing the finished product with alcohol will remove a lot of it, as in this:
Which was originally stamped with the twirly stamp design. I like the random blobs, though.
 I was worried it might chip off but I  learned that not only doesn't it chip off, it's almost impossible to fully get off, even with alcohol and heat and burning all the skin on your fingertips ...
And that different colors behave differently. Or at least, the colors behave differently than the metallics.
I haven't listed this necklace but here you can actually see some stamping and not just random globs-

Although in the back the stamp pattern gets a bit lost:

Here's a cheap aluminum blank that I had fun hammering, shaping then adding a touch of the ol' embez:

The bottom piece shows what it originally looked like.

And there you have it. Easy and addictive. Look for more to come.

One more note.
 Most of the ephemera featured in these photos was not my old stash, but rather a recent gift collection from Waterhand, an avid paper collector for the past 35 years. She want y'all to know she welcomes a convo from anyone interested in custom ephemera orders.









So, yeah, I was surprised to hear Transylvania had seasons, too. Like, there should just be one: foggy. My mom had nothing to do with the iron, Tribalis! The hotel lady gave it to him. Though one time she was ironing and talking on the phone at the same time and stupidly put the phone down next to the iron to get something then came back and picked up the iron instead of the phone. She ended up with a red gash going down her face. People thought it was a knife scar and would be like "OHMYGOD! Did you get attacked?" And she'd have to be all, "No I answered an iron..." Then there was the time she tried to wash the dishes with Italian salad dressing and couldn't figure out why they weren't getting clean.... And it may be hot but you still have to dry your clothes, Sparrow. Not like they have a hotel clothes line.