To polish or not to polish Deco Cartier Sterling picture frame

My idea of a lovely landscape. Trees and hills just happen, this stuff needed inventing and building.

 

Oddly enough, I agree -- although, if I had to choose, I'll take trees, thank you. But my father used to build that sort of thing, so I can actually appreciate it.

Incidentally, do you remember "Breaking the Sound Barrier?"

 

Yes, it was a big thing when I was a kid.

 

Yo! Cracking towers!!! (I ran a graphics department in the middle of a Chevron refinery for 5 years...)

On the other end of the sound spectrum, when my older brother visited our hometown of LA a few years ago, he didn't believe the Firestone Blimp anchored next the the freeway wasn't a pigmy version of what he remembered as a kid - We went in (to ask for a ride - not!) and the guy behind the counter confirmed: Same size. It puttered right over my home in Redondo as it headed out to the beach to fly banners. (You started it!)

Ok - too late on the Cartier polishing! and it was looking great... until I dropped it on its corner yesterday. Now must take it to a silversmith to straighten out the corner((S!) since the glass (cracked) and wood plaque was inside, it tweaked more than one) don't have the heart to take a picture to illustrate.

But here's what it looked like before:



More to come: I'll keep you-all posted.

 

Hi,
Sorry to hear that. I know the feeling though. I had a Dag that went through a fire. The case and the velvet were a mess. Managed to find a new case and was putting the Dag into it and dropped it. The glass shattered..
greg

 

Dag-gone it!

 

OOOOuuuuuch!

 

Dag-nab it! wish I knew what a Dag was!

 

Dagnab it! wish I knew what a Dag was!

 

A "dag" is short for daguerreotype = an early form of photograph, done on glass and usually encased for its protection.

 

Thanks Bakersgma - I know what a daguerreotype is, but not on nickname basis!

Sorry 'bout your photo gregsglass

 

Ouch for the frame and for the dag.

I've done my share of oopsies and always feel really, really dumb when it happens.

 

Sometimes one just can't win for losing! I have a lovely old print by Charles Twelvetrees. I had it framed and matted, and it lived in the hallway of my bathroom for years. Moved here, hung it in more or less the same place -- and the winds of a BIG storm knocked it off the wall. It shattered, of course, and I managed to bleed all over the mat. (My framer was very casual about that. "At least," she said, "You managed not to get any blood on the art."

OK. So I delayed taking it to the framer, but eventually we did the whole thing again. Brought it home, and left it in the garage while I took the ice cream, etc. up to the fridge. That was the night of my second flood.

And guess what!

 

that print is cursed.....

 

Poor print.