Yes, you read that right. Pharmacy bottles. Before you get concerned about my medicinal habits, let me explain.
My brother-in-law, Jerome, found himself in need of a career change a couple of years ago. He decided to go back to school to become a pharmacy technician. No small task, but he stuck with it and graduated at the top of his class. That part has nothing to do with these trees, but I’m just so proud of him!
His training involved some practice with the bottles used in a pharmacy. They were empty, and would have been disposed of after the class was finished with them. Like any good crafter, Jerome saw a better use for them and brought them home. Lots of them.
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He dog-sat for us when we went to Seattle for a couple of days, and spent most of that time working on these. I think before this he thought I was a little crazy for all the crafting I do. He thinks I’m completely off my rocker now.
After a couple of tubes of glass and bead glue, and possibly some damaged brain cells, he had glued together 132 bottles and a variety of beads and decorations. Not to mention inserting Christmas lights into every single bottle.
The tree on the far right is actually made from mini-bar size vodka bottles. Luckily, he was given the bottles already empty. Otherwise we might have an entirely less attractive group of trees.
If you don’t happen to have access to either pharmacy or liquor bottles, you can find a similar size and style on Amazon.
Here’s the vodka tree lit up.
I didn’t get a photo of this one with the lights on, but it was a wedding gift for Jerome’s friend, who was one of the many married on 11/11/11. Seems appropriate somehow.
This blue tree is ours. It looks really pretty in the window in my kitchen.
Jerome is definitely the biggest Kiss fan I’ve ever met. He has been for all of the 22 years I’ve known him. This is his tree.
I’ve never seen someone so happy to be done with a craft project. In fact, it kind of seems like he’s running past my craft room when he comes in the house now. I’d feel bad for him, except I really love my new blue tree.
I think sometimes crafting is like having a baby. Eventually, you forget the pain you went through to get the amazing end product and you do it all over again.