Things had picked up.
They’d moved on from the funk.
Even I liked the pieces I was making.
I know, right!
I should have known something was up when it took me five years yesterday to solder two caps onto the ends of some wire.
I should have walked away then.
I had to persevere didn’t I.
I had to finally, after hours of fiddling around and trying again and again, finish the piece and decide to buff it.
One rotation, that’s all it took, one rotation of the buff and the same mood that had obviously been lurking around during the whole time I was making the darn thing, and that was it.
The wire wrapped at least twice around my hand, if not more, so tightly that it’s a wonder it didn’t rip my finger off. Fortunately for me, (well more than fortunate really), the wire snapped. All three strands of 18 gauge half-hard silver wire. Otherwise I don’t know what would have happened.
That’s how much it had twisted around my hand.
Twice around my hand and then spiraling off when it couldn’t go around anymore into a mass of twisted wire before snapping.
Always use the buffing machine with care and your full attention, and don’t use it on things that it’s not meant for. Like chain or wire.
The dent in my fore finger was so deep I didn’t think it would ever go back to normal, and with a bruise on my pinky and a gouge out of the underside of my forefinger, I consider myself to be extremely lucky.
For a minute I didn’t think I was going to be able to cut it off with the snippers in my left hand and all I could think about was tiny baby toes getting wrapped up with a thread from their blankets, rotting, and falling off.
But it was fine. I had a little cry, because right now it’s all just piling up, and turned the buffer off and shut down the studio for the day.
Should have done that right at the beginning.
Today’s not much better. I don’t seem to be able to get myself moving and it’s taking me ages to do anything.
I know why. My sister sold dad’s car and we made the decision to sell his house also. I was doing o.k., but then smacked into emotions about the house that I didn’t know were there.
And then P had a birthday and dad’s was always the first card to arrive.
It had to happen, and will happen again. This year will be a first for everything.
Just putting it out there.
But I was happy with the pieces I’ve made, which most of you have probably seen on Instagram or Facebook.
It’s like I have no surprises any more 😉
First up the Carnelian.
I broke the stone I made it for so had to cut another.
Looks like a jelly bean doesn’t it.
Then there was the chrysoprase.
A bit blurry.
Then I used up some more of my scraps using the blob of silver I’d heated and rolled and heated and rolled till my arm almost fell off.
I quite like these and am making a bracelet to go with them now, but due to The Mood it’ll probably take another five years before it’s finished.
Next I made a little something for somebody.
I quite like the rustic look of this one and might try it again.
Then I bought some lovely East Java Purple Chalcedony off of Shirl and Bruce and made this little one.
Designs by Shirl is one of my go to cab shops. They’ve always got some interesting things going on.
Then there was the quartz.
The piece for which I almost lost my finger.
And its friend.
Who was much more well behaved.
I like this one as the back of the stone is a pyramid (I’m sure there’s a term for that) and so it juts out slightly from the hole I cut in the back.
Anyhow, those are all the newbies.
My next challenge is taking the acetylene tank down the road to get a new one.
I’m putting that little treat off until I don’t feel so accident prone.