SUPER Easy Faux Leather Technique & Cheating Death?? Chat

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0:00 - intro
2:56 - varnish/paint mixture
5:39 - crinkle paper
7:34 - 1st method
10:21 - 2nd method
23:29 - sanding 1st method sample
25:37 - rubbing ink pad on 1st method
28:32 - rubbing ink pad on 2nd method
29:30 - clear spray
31:22 - varnish on backside of 2nd sample
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Anyone else say out loud, Welcome back, welcome back.

KodyK
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Hi Nik. Love the faux leather on the right.

Boy, I have two stories. Both involve cars....

In 1978 my parents decided to move from California to New Mexico. I had just graduated high school, was 18 and not interested in moving! I bought a used car and got a job at a hospital in the next town over. Oh, job was graveyard shift. It was maybe a 45 minute drive by highway and less if I drove the backroads. Meaning driving on a two lane road through farmland. My parents move to NM and I'm adulting in CA! On my way to work one night I decide to drive the backroads. Big mistake. I came to a curve in the road and lost control of my car. While the car was rolling I saw myself out of the car watching this happen. I landed in an irrigation ditch, sideways. Shoes came off my feet. Step out of the car and I'm standing in a field, not really knowing which way the road wa as there were no street lights. Finally my eyes adjust so I stand out in the road, waiting for anyone to drive by. I can't remember how long I waited but I was finally picked up. By a bunch of guys that were stoned! Everything was funny to them. They took me to my apartment complex where my roommate took me to the hospital. Luckily I didn't have a scratch on me. This was way before seat belts were mandatory. The car had dents on every single side, including the top. I hadn't even made a payment on the car yet. I had to call my parents and tell them that 'I kind of bent the frame on my car.' A few months later I arrived in NM and am so glad that I live here now.

This one I hadn't thought about it on a while. Your story reminded me of it.

I was 16 and driving my parents car. I'm driving along and stop at a stoplight. A guy walks up to my car and I freak out. I reach to the passenger door to lock it so he doesn't open the door and my foot slips off the brake and goes to the acceraltor. I ram right into a school bus!!! I never told anyone what really happened. Was it a wild imagination or was the guy really going to try to get into the car? Again in CA in the northern valley not far from San Franciso.

Think Zodiac killer, Manson family, etc. Maybe it was my crazy thoughts. Who knows.

Now to see what others here share. Kay.

kayhammock
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One of my experiences could have cost a lot of lives. Basically there was a huge sleepover at my sister and her roommate's apartment back when I was in my teens. I was dreaming about a horrible smell and it all of a sudden hit me something was burning. Woke me right up. I jumped up and immediately realized a couch cushion was starting to burn and woke everyone up. Turned out a light weight extension cord was used for a heavy duty air condition. It got super hot. The couch cushion from the pull out bed was sitting on top of it and it started to burn it and the carpet. The cushion was quickly thrown outside just in time as it quickly burst into flames. If the apartment had started on fire the whole building would have burned as my brother lived in the apartment next door and he was an artist. So he had his fresh oil paintings everywhere trying to dry and paint thinner in cans. That couch cushion seemed to burn forever out in the middle of the street. Even when you think the fire was put out it would all of a sudden flame up again. I believe the couch was from the 70s. I don't know what that foam was made out of but boy it's hard to stop it burning once it starts.

tiffanymichaels
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Agreed
It's masking paper used for painting in the house... Both Lowe's and home Depot sell it. Several thicknesses and lengths! Super cheap too

amandaharden
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Cool lookin' leatherish paper! I am former military, a former police officer, and retired as a domestic violence crisis intervention and family stabilization therapist. I also was in a horrible motorcycle accident where a pickup truck ran a stop sign and I T-boned him. Then when I had my first child (50 years ago this year!) I had a medical emergency and after over 48 hours of labor with no progress had an emergency C-section. Death of us both was imminent. So, too many "close calls" to count! But I'm still kickin' it and enjoyin' my retirement and now 2 great-grandbabies! YAY!!! Life is GOOD! 😜

bonnierosendale
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I like your cheating death stories. So glad your safety sense kicked in when your were little. For me, one time I was driving down a rural road in a light snow condition with my two children in the van with me. I came around a bend a saw a pickup truck laying on its side in the middle of the road and a school bus over on the shoulder. I slammed on the brakes and started sliding straight toward the overturned pickup truck. I thought for sure we were going to slam into it. At the very last second our vehicle stopped and did not hit the truck. I felt like our guardian angels stopped our van. We were all fine. Turned out there had been black ice on the road.This was in northern CA where we we seldom got snow. Now I live in Pennsylvania and I much better at driving in snow and ice etc.

Marilynlovesebiking
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When I was about 10 years old ('55) I slept upstairs with 3 siblings and my mom, dad and baby sister slept downstairs. My dad urned the furnace on for the first time that fall. During the night sometime I started throwing up and the three siblings did, too. I got up and walked downstairs but I was hitting either side of the walls. I made it to the kitchen door and opened it. I felt better and told my parents that we were all throwing up upstairs. They must have shut the furnace off. In the morning my dad checked the chimney and said that a bird had built a nest in it. In 2003 I said something to my sisters about me saving the family and they said I was lying. they didn't remember it. We asked my mom, who was about 80+ then, and she didn't remember it! She remembers everything otherwise. Well, I saved the family and it doesn't matter if no one else remembers. We are all here to say it.

JoyceGates-eb
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Nik, as a retired jeweler, i used New Skin(liquid bandage) on my dried skin cracks. Also Nexcare makes the best bandaids, they stayed on the longest with my frequent hand washing! Enjoyed the video. We all walked by ourselves in the 60's!

mikegoulet
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I used to work in an emergency department, and I’m listening to this story—from the beginning, and as soon as you described you initial symptoms, I was like . . . “kidney infection.” And, yeah, sepsis. In the future, if you’ve gone through an entire course of antibiotics, but still have a fever, are grey, in pain, too weak to budge, but especially the grey part, just go to the emergency department. You probably would have been triaged in pretty quickly.

kjmav
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I cannot believe your “5 year old” story!! I’m 67 and so I too, walked home from school with my little brother and friends. My brother was probably 6 and I saw my brother up ahead in the street with a tall man (tall to an 8 year old) outside of a dark colored car. I ran up to him grabbed his hand and had the presence of mind to walk in the opposite direction from where we lived. I went to a little deli and called my mom from the store. Very scary, my brother was so sweet and beautiful. The thought of what could have happened haunts me still.

cheryldimatteo
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I guess one of my cheating death stories would be when I had that emergency appendectomy. "No, I don't need to go to the hospital as long as I can lie here on the floor . . . . " 🙂 Some people are horrified that you were walking home. It's amazing how normal that was just a coupla generations ago. Like dancing in DDT clouds and riding in the back of a station wagon with no seatbelts, never mind car seats. Good times!

LedgerAndLace
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TMI warning!!! I could have died from a miscarriage as I was gushing blood every 20 min into the toilet not knowing what was wrong. I started to feel a bit weak so my husband fed me eggs for breakfast. He advised I go to the hospital while he watched our toddler. I ended up in the triage line at the emerg in so much pain. I told the security guard I was going to faint so he put me in a wheel chair and I waiting for half an hour in agony. As they moved me to a stretcher, blood went everywhere. They put an IV in me to get my blood pressure back up and I started to loose consciousness so the doctor got me sorted out as well as a gynecologist to remove the fetus that was stuck and why I kept bleeding. If I had not gone to the hospital I would have died at home. Thank you God!!

jlouutube
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Hi Nik! Love today’s project! I will share it with my Mum, who is the Mixed-Media connoisseuse from the two of us. She will love it! Thank you for always sharing your knowledge with us.

Regarding your experiences, I will share a story that I’ve never told anyone (out of shame mostly) that happened ten years ago. For the record, I’m 31. At that time, I was living in a not so-small-five hundred thousand people city. It was a Saturday, 8:30 in the morning. I was walking from my house in the suburbs to downtown (a thirty minute walk) as I wanted to buy some art supplies. Not a lot of people choose to go downtown on that day and I’ve always been a certificated introvert with some sprinkles of social anxiety of top (just to add an extra fun layer to myself), so it was the perfect choice for me.

Because of that to go downtown I always chose an alternative rute to the one I was supposed to take (mostly main avenues) which included going on some sketchy blocks in the middle of my trip.

When I say there was not a single soul that Saturday, it may be an understatement. I started that eerie portion of my route not paying much attention at my surroundings until I stopped to cross a street. I guy in a motorcycle passed by and while he was passing he stared at me firmly and intensively. For a minute I though he was going to rob me but I quickly discarded the whole thing and keep walking.

When I reached the next cross a red car pulled over. I froze for a moment because it was so out of the blue. The passenger’s window was down and a 50-45ish-year-old woman (who was in the passenger sit, I don’t recall the driver) in a weird accent asked me about a direction and as I was answering her, in the middle of my explanation I stopped. I will never forget her facial expressions as I was talking. They were weird and unsettling. All of a sudden, I didn’t feel comfortable at all with the whole situation. My only two brain cells connected and I knew exactly what was going to happen. I backed up, stopped talking, circled the back of the vehicle, crossed the street and started to walk quickly for a couple of blocks.

I shut it off for a long time, never gave it that much of a thought. I will never know if the guy in the motorcycle and the car were connected. For me, they were. But a couple of years ago, the memory came back and I could analyse it with more mature and adult eyes. Until this day I keep thinking that if someone wants to do what I think they were going to do with me, it would be a waste. I’m a big unattractive girl. So I’ve always assume I was ‘safe’ in that sense. But I guess I was wrong. As a more adult woman now and living in my country’s capital, I’m always careful where and when I go to a certain place (even more when it’s my first time in that part of the city).

Remembering it makes me feel upset and unseasy, even to this day. But I try to take it as a lesson.
Sorry for the long text and thank you for taking the time to read it.
Have an amazing day.

MissRoux
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Great video! The papers do look like leather. I miss your Craft Time Mystery stories. You have such a gift for storytelling.

phoebea
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I had a few scary moments as a teen growing up in NYC in the 80s. One time when I was on my bicycle someone called out to me saying they needed help opening their car door (NOPE!) and another time I was going for a walk and the same car kept passing me and slowing down, then it pulled over to the curb slightly ahead of me, I booked across the lawn of the house I was in front of and rang the doorbell, and the car took off. Looking back, those were much more sinister than I really realized at the time.

CarolynsArtAdventures
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Have 2, first, much like you, I would walk places when I was young, and although our neighborhood in Chandler AZ was huge (mid 80s) everyone kind watched out for everyone's kids. Parents would let me sell my school candy (worlds finest chocolate bars) door to door. One day (I was about 8) and I was on my street but about 8 houses from home. A car pulled up beside me and the driver was trying to talk to me. No passenger in the front, but someone was in back with dark windows. I only looked once, never spoke, but walked faster. I decided I was too far from home so I just ran up to the next house, and opened the door (thank God it was not locked) and walked in. Though the older lady and her husband were startled. I kind of knew them, I said I was sorry and told them what happened. They walked me home and spoke to my mom, who then called the cops. Never saw them again.
2: I was about 11, and our house was a corner lot with wooden fencing. The homes backed up to an alley that held large dumpsters for trash. We had the road in front of our house and to the side that curved around to the street behind us. In the back corner of our yard was our swing set. We would sit on top of the monkey bars, and hang out all the time. That evening, I felt the need to stop dead in my tracks and go inside. My friend tried to make me stay, and for some reason I was adamant about going inside. As we stepped into the house and I was closing the sliding glass door, I heard a loud screeching followed by a crash as a car came through our wooden fence and right into my swing set. The guy hit reverse and hit the gas as hard as he could dragging half our fence and swing set with him. My dad ran out and got his plate before he could get away. Turned out it was a drunk man in his early 20s who lived a few blocks away with his parents. He had to replace everything and not sure what the law did aside from that. But had we not left we would have been dead.

tearalewis
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Story not of me but one of my kiddos cheating death....My granddaughter 3 times in her life she lived when odds were she wouldn't. Firstly, when my daughter was having her 20 years ago she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her waist, for 20 minutes she tried to deliver her, she would come out half way and then go back in. Finally the doc maneuvered her around. When she finally was born she was not blue but purple. I had not seen anything like it. Not breathing, we were all freaking out of course but doc was great and she got her breathing. We felt right then that her little self was totally determined to be here. Fast forward to her being 4 years old. I had custody of her by then. I was finished with collage for the day and went to pick her up at after school day care, in the car just minutes from the school we where approaching the light signal and out of nowhere a car comes flying in front of us, our car is hit two inches from her car seat and they scream away. We were absolutely blown away that she lived threw that!!! Two years ago this month she and her stepdad are driving up to a signal and a car pulls right in front of them. Tboned as they say... she goes to the hospital but is able to walk out. She is not okay from that and will have life long pain but you know what she said about it as we recounted her near deaths? I was meant to be here! Such a good attitude!

brandiperelli
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Great to see you back. I will have to try that technique.
My sister and I went swimming without parental consent. I was 11 and she was 9. I could swim but she couldn't. I swam out to middle and she followed. It was too deep to touch Bottom. I went to help and woke up later on the bank. We both almost drowned but was pulled to safety by some teen boys. Scary time
I still think about that and I am sure thats why I don't like swimming.

rosalindfeemster
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How interesting, I just made some "leather" from paper like that. Lol it can be found in the paint section, used for masking off areas to paint, maybe in the automotive paint section. Thanks!!

blueviolets
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Love your channel, I find brown show polish works really well

samanthacramer