Left forefinger – bur cut.
Not just any old bur, but the sharpest bur in the box bur.
Middle finger – sanding disc cut.
Yep the edge of the disc managed to slice open the side of my finger at full speed ahead – which kind of hurt.
And it had to be the coarse disc didn’t it…
Right forefinger – water bottle cut.
Man!
Who slices their finger open on the cap of a plastic water bottle!
They’re all wrong. Too much water is obviously hazardous to your health.
I haven’t cut so many of my fingers at one time – ever, and all of them are really sore and needed Band-Aid attention.
Previous to that, in this same week, I suffered a scalpel blade cut and yesterday a chain swipe around a thumb as I was happily buffing away.
Don’t do that.
Buffing chains is not cool and can kill you.
I just like to live on the edge.
I blame it on Mary Shelly as listening to Frankenstein had seemingly lured me into a deep hypnotic state from which I obviously couldn’t wake up from in time to prevent these bodily dangers.
Darn you Mary Shelly.
Or was it the narrator?
Probably more likely.
What can I say except that Victor Frankenstein is a complete weeny and is frankly getting on my nerves a little bit. He needs a quick kick up the you know where so that he can just buck up and stop going on and on about how tormented he is all the time.
Such a drama queen.
And that wretch the Monster. Good grief. He learned an awfully excellent vocabulary in the short time he’d been exposed to the German mother tongue and showed an extremely enlightened compassionate side to all fellow creatures for one so primitive.
I almost kind of liked him.
Until, of course, someone ticked him right off and he threw all decency out of the window in one hell of a toddler temper tantrum and decided to kill anyone who he decided had done him wrong.
No hello, no how you doing, no nothing.
Just straight in for the kill.
Talk about bi-polar.
Now don’t get me wrong I am enjoying it, but Dr Frankenstein’s final telling of his story as he searches once again for his offspring, this time hopefully to put an end to it all, is getting just a little mind numbing.
Dracula next.
Dum dum dum…
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Here are my newbies.
For all his woe is me drivel I have to admit that Frankenstein seems to have definitely steered my designs toward a new path. Now, if only I can keep all of my fingers intact I might be on to something…
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Owie!!! Well maybe you’re done with flesh wounds for a while. Got that out of the way. I myself have a propensity for corrugated-cardboard-cuts. Who knew you could even do that? Turns out I can. And I am CRAZY for your Mexican Crazy Lace agate piece!! The prongs are to die for!!! Of course I love the other two as well–I like this new direction!
Paper cuts are the worse. I think that’s why the sanding disc hurt so much. But it’s like how can you miss a huge piece of cardboard coming your way lol
I’m impressed…as usual!
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I can see your new path and I like it! Those prongs are excellent, shorter versions of the prongs on my first gaspeite piece, which are one of the best features of the piece.
Please make sure you get medical attention for your fingers if you need it. Or anyone else thinks you need it. I must mother you since my oldest is in Germany and my younger adult age child narrows her eyes at me if I get too mothery.
🙂 I’ve never been that good at paying attention to myself. Just a quick wipe and a band-aid, but I do have some rusty tools hanging around right now and lock jaw is definitely something I don’t fancy trying out.
I hope you don’t need a Frankensteinian finger graft anytime soon! It looks like you’re getting ready for Dracula, with the dagger-like pieces, which are right up my alley! (Why isn’t that Sonoran piece in your shop?!)
Haven’t put a chain on it yet.
Thank you for the feedback 🙂 I hope you liked them.
Actually it’s a toss up between Dracula and Moby Dick. I started reading Moby Dick years ago, but with the three toddling kids I had to give it up for some hope of sanity. I remember really enjoying it though.
Ouch. I have put my finger straight into the fire when I was making a bead, Not good I can tell you. Don’t you just love the stamps?
I have purchased more than my fair share. I need to post a couple of pictures. I love what you have done. I hope your boo boos recover.
Yes, I’d love to see them. I don’t think I’ve asked to friend you on fb. I’ll have to do that now. I know your blog is empty. Instagram?
Ouch, Ouch and Ouch! But I looooove your new stuff! Did you cut the stones yourself? You seem in a better frame of mind, with all the Frankenstein stuff and all…………..
I didn’t cut these ones myself, but I’m working on it.
I do feel better, thanks. All of a sudden it kind of lifted. It definitely feels good to not feel so completely low, but now I feel a little sad that I don’t feel sad if you know what I mean. Like I’ve gotten over it and forgotten about him. I guess these things are all normal and that it just takes time for everything to settle down. Emotions are a weird thing…
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the fancy prongs!!! Be careful – just because you have ten fingers doesn’t mean you have any to spare!
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I had to read Moby in class, but just for spite refused to finish the last 3 pages.
lol good on you! A girl after my own heart…