Make you wonder, don’t they? Use this up-cycled trivet under a plant to protect your table or floor, and it’s equally happy under a hot dish, or to accompany the gift of a bottle of wine.
If you’d like background, Dad and I spent a summer together at Naval Air Station North Island. By most measures Dad is an extraordinary person, however, scissors & glue craftiness isn’t his forte. Nevertheless, I came home from my taxing job at the Hotel del Coronado Chocolate Shop to find him hot-gluing corks into this pattern. I followed his lead with only brief forays into other cork arts (wreath gifted to my parents who hang the behemoth on their door to welcome guests to a wine tastings- lmk if you need one). [SIDE BAR: I was just treated to a glimpse of fine artistry by Claire Terry of Hangen Ranch, who created a bar top landscape mimicking her astounding view of Mt. Evans, entirely from corks. Maybe she’ll send me a picture to share!] Alas, it was one of the most noteworthy aspects of the Summer of ‘92, that and the scotch sampler Dad shared with me. Anyway, you probably need at least three!
Make you wonder, don’t they? Use this up-cycled trivet under a plant to protect your table or floor, and it’s equally happy under a hot dish, or to accompany the gift of a bottle of wine.
If you’d like background, Dad and I spent a summer together at Naval Air Station North Island. By most measures Dad is an extraordinary person, however, scissors & glue craftiness isn’t his forte. Nevertheless, I came home from my taxing job at the Hotel del Coronado Chocolate Shop to find him hot-gluing corks into this pattern. I followed his lead with only brief forays into other cork arts (wreath gifted to my parents who hang the behemoth on their door to welcome guests to a wine tastings- lmk if you need one). [SIDE BAR: I was just treated to a glimpse of fine artistry by Claire Terry of Hangen Ranch, who created a bar top landscape mimicking her astounding view of Mt. Evans, entirely from corks. Maybe she’ll send me a picture to share!] Alas, it was one of the most noteworthy aspects of the Summer of ‘92, that and the scotch sampler Dad shared with me. Anyway, you probably need at least three!
