Not a lot going on here at the moment.
The tank ran out again. I think I’m averaging just over six months a pop which means that twice a year my life is on the line.
This time I made the boy come with me. He wasn’t too thrilled about holding the tank in-between his legs though.
Can’t imagine why.
So now that little tragedy waiting to happen is once again over and done with and we didn’t blow up and the possibilities of being a grandmother is still viable, I now have a full acetylene bottle all set to go .
In other news, my final trial is over. The bad mammogram is put to rest for another year.
That was a bit worrying to say the least.
A whole month of waiting!
My hypochondria was never so thrilled.
Is this how it’s going to be from now on I wonder quietly to myself. A slow body breakdown from here on out?
Can she cope.
I think not.
I do seem to have finally got back into the swing of things, however, and am enjoying the studio.
I even bought me some new toys to celebrate the left breast news.
The super quick-change hand-piece.
And the intriguing hammer hand-piece.
With all it’s friends and family.
Not sure I really need them, but as I said, I’m celebrating, and it’s my birthday next week.
Here are the lovelies.
And some sketches for the biggest stone alive…
This is a paper cut out of the stone which I printed out at the actual size.
I don’t usually do this, but as the stone is larger than I normally work with, 58mm wide I think, I wanted to get a proper feel for it.
It’s a prudent man cabochon for someone who might like to send me it to set.
I like the sketches, but I’m wondering if they will be too much.
I also grouped my houses together so that I can just look over when I’m making my jewelry and feel at home in the English sea-side towns.
I’ve always wanted to live by a harbour, in a little house, making my jewelry as the gulls scream and the fish smell.
Strange, but true.
I could also live in my fantasy land, although maybe that’ll be a bit freaky in a Wizard of Oz way.
I might start to feel sick with all the colour and shapes.
Too much sensory overload.
And it may well be possible that this strangely depressed bird might pluck up the energy to peck me to death in a moment of utter despair.
Maybe he needs a change of scenery too.
Just not in my harbour is all….