And I might have to keep it around for a while.
It almost makes me wish I wore jewelry.
So, without further ado and
from the beginning.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending which mood you’re in, the turquoise at the bottom is an irregular shape, but I had to buy it because of its colour.
I think it’s lovely with the reds in the jasper, although I was a little surprised at first when I wanted to put them together.
It just makes me feel good to look at it.
I also made another piece yesterday, but it was dark when I left the studio and so I didn’t get a chance to photograph it.
I’ll show it to you later.
In other news.
I cleaned all of my tools.
Usually I just look at them and feel sad that they are rusty and no one cares about them, but with the Ebola scare now just minutes down the road from me in Cypress, I just felt a little lost when I went into the studio on Tuesday.
It’s only a little scare. Someone who just came back from West Africa and doesn’t feel well being monitored, but I wish they’d just keep it to themselves for a while.
And I wished they’d kept to themselves the fact that the family of the Dallas man who just died couldn’t bear to look at him because he looked so bad at the end.
Hasn’t anyone told the news people that hypochondriacs like me just can’t deal with these things.
So with my jewelry making mood a bit off the rails I finally took action on the dapping tools.
They were covered in a thin layer of rust.
But now …
Of course after I had cleaned every one of them and wiped them with a thin coat of oil P informed me that sometimes a layer of rust actually protects the tools.
He was probably making it up to distress me, but it didn’t work as it was more depressing to look at them rusty than sparkly. So who wins there is what I want to know.
The egg things at the bottom are my forming blocks, and they just looked horrible before. And you can just see my disc cutting set to the right. That wasn’t too bad but in for one, in for all.
Including the stamps and chasing tools.
I even cleaned the pliers and tweezers and center punch.
I began to get a little worried that the madness had finally set in and I would never stop cleaning.
No such luck.