Esprit Decor Gallery & Framing Blog
Odds and Ends
July 26, 2018
ALL THE RIGHT ANGLES
We love a challenge – it's a chance to flex our mental muscles and ingenuity. When a customer comes in with an unusual request, we're eager to see if we're up to the challenge. Just last week, a client brought in several canvases to frame. One of them was arched on top - something that is rarely done, because stretcher bars are straight, and it takes a lot of engineering to create a domed top. The stretcher bar for that leg has to be cut into small segments and glued together. The angles have to be precise, or it won't work. The stretcher bar isn't seen, so there is some room for error. Not so with the frame, which has to have perfect angles and lengths, or the whole project is a waste of time and materials. There's quite a bit of math involved, and if the math is wrong, the frame is wrong. Robert, our Gallery Director, and our customer chose a cap-style mahogany finish frame to cover the stretcher bar and Ron, our master framer, executed the design flawlessly. See for yourself:
Where the Hell is Riga?
I love my dogs. Anybody who has ever been responsible for/owned by/caretaker for dogs/cats/ferrets/turtles/iguanas/fruit bats/T-Rex's etc. understands this completely. I have a friend who unfortunately works for the Humane Society, and she keeps sending me pictures. Dog porn, the worst kind. Sweet, warm, cuddly puppies and dogs that needed a forever home. Normally I can resist, but my steely resolve melted when she sent over an image of Buddy, a five year old Queensland heeler. It was a weak moment; I was probably in my favorite browsing location (the can), when the image came over on my phone. I swiped out of Wordle, and was immediately overcome by feelings of love, tenderness, caring...in short, all the emotions that would make me the perfect mother caretaker. He fell out of a truck on the freeway? Fine. He had to have several teeth pulled? No worries. His right paw is almost twice the size of his left? Great. His chest is all scar tissue from multiple surgeries, and he has Valley fever? OK. It sounded like a perfect match, so the next day we met at the Humane Society, and it was love at first bite. Buddy was good natured, enthusiastic, and happy, despite all the trials and tribulations he'd been through. We left together, and I introduced him to Stella, my nine year old Blue Heeler. If they got along, great, otherwise it would be a deal breaker.But they got along great. Buddy was a typical male. First at the water bowl, first in the car, first through the door. It wasn't personal. It wasn't that he just didn't consider Stella. He didn't consider me, either. Stella, sweet girl that she is, acquiesced. My plan was to give Buddy so much love and affection that he might start thinking outside the envelope of his own ego. We've made some progress, but it's slow going. What makes it all worth it is that Buddy persistently wags his tail in his sleep. It's a good sign.
