What do you think of, in relation to art/craft/making, when you hear the term upcycling? Reusable bags crocheted from grocery store plastic? Jewelry from obsolete tech? Weaving old t-shirts on a scrapwood loom?
How about swords?
This is James’ second sword, and was a gift to me for to accent my costume at ye olde summer job. Some girls get flowers; I get archaic weaponry. Isn’t it fantastic? So what’s this about upcycling? Well, in a former life, this bruiser of a cutlass was a rusty junkyard leaf spring. James, guided by the internet in all its glory, spent literally months flattening it out and grinding it down to its current form, complete with some fantastic details. Check out the wicked point:
And the basket, that next:
It even has a matching sheath (and frog- that is to say, the bit which attaches the sheath to my big fat pirate belt) made from leather scraps:
He even upcycled his own forge, using what I believe was an old tractor brake drum and lots and lots of… um, other stuff. And elbow grease. And probably some other sorts of grease too. I’m fuzzy on the details, but not on the UNRESTRAINED AWESOME. I mean, seriously, building your own forge for bladesmithing? He needs to enter this stuff in some kind of upcycling contest- it would cut all the plarn to pieces.
(Har dee har har. I slay myself. Hah! I cannot be stopped! THE PUNNY CANNOT BE STOPPED!)
Thusfar, I’ve simply been the occasional assistant and model/spokeswoman (pictures to come), but some day soon, with James’ guidance, I hope to make a matching dagger with my own sticky little hands. It will, of course, be blogged.