I finally did it! I built an R2-D2 on my own. Sort of. I mean, it sure looks like an astromech droid. Only on a smaller scale. For ages, I wanted a 3D printer in order to build a life size R2-D2. But I needed to start smaller so as not to get discouraged.

I found a group on Facebook that creates droids for the 3D printers. They also offer plenty of advice for electronics, sound and lights to one another. You can join the group on Facebook and support the Patreon at Mr. Baddeley’s Printed Droid if you are interested.

I printed the parts over the past month in between all the other projects I had. My little droid was starting to come together.

Last week, I finished painting the droid. I used some acrylic paints that I had on hand. The metallic blue and silver completed the look and made it obvious that it is a droid. After my painstakingly careful paint job, I gave it a clear coat to seal the paint.

After weeks of waiting for parts off Amazon, I was finally able to assemble the droid over the weekend. I’m proud to say that my BB-R2 is completed. I added a remote control to it and he now moves and spins his head. Check out the short video below:

I’m extremely happy with the results. The files for this droid were top notch! I’ve learned a few things from this assembly… like patience, time and money are required… In January I plan on starting my full size droid. We shall see how long that takes. And whether my wife’s patience wears thin.

Crafting on the Cheap

I went to the dollar store yesterday and walked out with a cheap Christmas wreath.

It is rather ugly on its own, but I had a vision for it. I wanted to make my own Nightmare Before Christmas decoration. Similar to the one found on the Haunted Mansion ride:

Obviously I wasn’t going to make it as large. But with the ugliness of the dollar store wreath, I figured it could look cartoon like when done.

I pulled out some old craft foam we had and my glue gun. Within a few minutes, I had pretty much completed my decoration. I am impressed with myself.

All that’s left is to dig out an old red bow for the bottom and presto- our wreath will be completed. Now to just find a good place to hang it in our home.


Today I wandered up to the local elementary school to check out a Christmas Craft Fair.  There was a couple of my friends selling their handmade creations.  It was also a fundraiser for the school-as is usually the case-so I didn’t mind spending some time and money there.

Needless to say, there are some talented people out there.  I picked up a few different crafts by some amazing artists while I was there.  I know I don’t have the skill sets to create some of this work but I can fully appreciate the time and effort it takes to make things.  I am also big on supporting my friends and their amazing talents.  I do this every chance I get.

Then there is also crap.  Garbage thrown together by someone with little to no talent and priced really low in order to hopefully make a quick buck.  I hate to be so negative about it but a blind monkey with a glue stick and glitter could do a better job sometimes.  Don’t think you haven’t seen that junk either.  It’s worse when it’s junk and they think that charging outlandish prices will make it more valuable somehow.

Just because someone labels it “folk art” doesn’t mean it deserves top dollar either.  I’m not saying that taking the time to refurbish or upcycle something from trash isn’t a noble cause.  But charging someone $40 for a piece of scrap wood with “HO ME” painted on it is a bit overboard.  It’s also not my style.  For some, the idea of handmade means more than actually hand making something.

I’m all for handmade Christmas gifts.  We have craft supplies galore in our home.  Everything from beads to foamboard, scrapbooks to cardstock, candle making to fabrics.  We even encourage our children to make something every year.  They have painted ornaments, made cards and created their own art to give away.  

This also forces our children to really focus on their extended family.  I often discover more about what my children perceive of my inlaws or my family.  Some of it is very, very odd indeed.