This week I’ve only managed to make horrible things.
Not only are they horrible, but they took years to make.
It was like drowning.
So I’ve decided to knock it on the head for a bit. For the rest of the week I’m just going to just clean up my jewelry for the art festival in May, work on my embroidery thing,
and I’ve an itch to paint, although we all know how that will turn out.
By the end of the week I’ll have not only drowned in the horror of it all, but sunk to a depth I’ll never be able to rise from.
Even my woes are feeling woeful for themselves at the moment, and I have injuries.
Deceivingly tiny, but very sore, hand injuries.
That Jool Tool, I’m telling you. I might have to start wearing the little green tape on my fingers that came with it.
I simply just can’t go on like this.
I need my skin.
I bought these a while back and, although they’re beautiful, I just wasn’t going anywhere with the shape.
I set one in a bracelet and absolutely hated it.
Every time I looked at it, it made me cringe.
In the end I took it out and the relief was overwhelming.
So I decided to cut them up, along with another stone that I’d put in the, nope, don’t like that either, pile.
And then I polished them along with my fingers.
And I thought I’d done a fairly good job even though I hadn’t exactly matched the sizes
But that was O.K. because I decided that I’d break them all up anyway and use them in different pieces rather than the earring pairs I was initially going for.
Yes it looks fine here, but I should have taken warning from the earrings I struggled with the previous day, which almost drove me nuts and used up a quarter tank of acetylene to boot.
So now all I’m left with are horrific pieces of, dare I call them, jewelry, and a whack to my confidence.
On the upside, however, it will be all fun and games at the immigration center again when it comes to taking my fingerprints for my green card.
Maybe I should take my Jool Tool along with me and they can scrape some of them off there.