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How to Engineer a Centerpiece

There is probably a complicated equation for a happy home...
maybe something like...

Happy Home = (clean floors)^2 * (empty sink)^3 * (pleasant scent) * (stocked refrigerator) 
(sq ft)*(cozy)
BLANKETS 

In my mind, part of what makes a house cozy is unique decor that tells a story about the people who live there. Well it's no secret that my husband and I are engineers, but we approach problems in very different ways. I enjoy stretching the right side of my brain...adding coziness via creativity, whereas Chris enjoys coordinating the tangible objects that make a home happy. It works together perfectly. 

So, today I'm sharing a little nerdy project that I recently finished!

I was inspired by pictures on Pinterest of copper pipe candelabras. But most of them were sort of small! I wanted a big piece to fill up the center of our dining room table. It was a way to mix industrial/engineering with the elegance of candles, and I loved how it turned out!

First I cut the copper pipe to varying lengths and put the piece together without glue so I could get the placements perfect. Then I took lots of pictures so I could recreate the piece after polishing the copper. To polish I used another Pinterest recommendation and doused the parts in ketchup. It smelled pretty terrible, but it seemed to do the trick. 30 minutes later I washed off the ketchup and rinsed the pipes with warm soapy water. 

How to Engineer a table centerpiece!

Finally I worked in sections to recreate my initial piece and used plain ol' super glue to attach the pipe together. It is pretty dang sturdy!

Here is the finished product on the table!


How to Engineer a table centerpiece!

How to Engineer a table centerpiece!

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