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There it was, a wax-sealed letter, inside a red-ribboned box.
letter
Two deep breaths, one, two, a gentle pop of the bottom edge, and the thistle was in halves.
Enveloped in the letter was a McKittrick pin, handcrafted by The Tablinum.
pin
I love presents, especially handcrafted ones. So, when The Tablinum offered me a pin, I was ecstatic! I traded some coins and cloth for this little treasure. It reminded me of my yesteryears when I exchanged crafted goods with others. They were always filled with surprises.

This surprise came with a intricate packaging incredibly fit for a Sleep No More memento. It brought back memories of all my wonderful experiences, including the wide-eyed wonder and breath-holding excitement.

Thank you so much for this gift!

A few people asked me how I made the fan-memorabilia coins for the amazing show Sleep No More.
coins!I followed this amazing tutorial.

Here’s some more technical details for those who want to attempt this.

The coins were 14-15 gauge, rimmed brass stamping blanks, and the etchant was copper etching solution (ferric chloride) from Dick Blick.

I made a total of seven coins, with the image on both sides, using the same etchant bath. Some of them came out significantly better than others.

all the coins
In the picture above, the coins are arranged from the least time in the bath to the longest time in the bath.

The first two coins were placed in the bath first, for 30 minutes. They resulted in a super faint design.
faint
Along with the first two coins, I had also etched a copper disk, for comparison.
copper
The copper disk didn’t have significant difference from the two brass ones.
However, I believe it did pollute the bath.

All successive coins I had a rust-colored coating, that may have been the result of the eroded copper in the bath.

The next two coin were left in the bath for 2 hours, and the remaining three were left in the bath for 3 hours. There were not much difference between them.

As for the rust-colored coating, it only happened on one side: the side that was facing down in the bath. As seen here, the two sides of the same coin came out drastically different.
heads

heads again!
Hope this helps some crafty folks out there!

It’s hard for mindblown individuals to tell tales, so I can only try.

*Spoilers Below*

“Look at this one. She looks so innocent but we know what she really is.”
Faye nudged my shoulder as I entered the elevator waiting area.

She was absolutely right. I was about to pull an insane stunt: tipping the Bellhop.
Bellhop
As the next-to-last person off the elevator, I saw the Bellhop pressed up against the steel blue walls, hands held in. A hairline before stepping off, I turned. I stared into his eyes while extending out a coin. He looked back with eyes of confusion and solemnity. After a motionless eternity, I pressed the coin into his folded hand, and then dashed off to my adventures.
Handing of the Coin

To the Bellhop, I was probably a madwoman who just gave him a rusty quarter. To me, the Bellhop just experienced my 1:1, with all the elements: surprise, confusion, and souvenir. My rusty quarter was double-headed coin embellished with the McKittrick thistle. The bold always made their own Fortunes.
Heads
Heads

After my crazy experiment, I found myself in King James Sanitorium. A nurse glided through like a wandering spirit. To my incredulity, no one else was in sight. I immediately started to follow her. She came to a doorway, paused, and stared into my eyes, with a frighteningly intense gaze. Slowly, she reached out her hand.
stare
Hesitantly, I took it.

She unlocked a black door and she beckoned me inside.
Black Door
I entered.

I entered a place of fear.
The door locked behind me.
The rooms reverberated with demonic banging of exorcism-intensity.
The nurse was a looming shadow, seating me on a therapist char.

She peeled off my mask, and laid me down, and with a blanket, tucked me in. She then pressed her breathlessly still face oh-so-close to mine.

Suddenly a wall lit up with words prophesying Duncan’s death.

The nurse coughed violently into her hand, revealing a nail!

Ushered out in seconds, I was left with only a whisper: “don’t tell a soul”.

To Be Continued…