So, obviously this story continues....
Jump backward to Tuesday night, my regular rock shop night, when I get to spend the evening listening to loud machines grinding and cutting to help myself decompress. I went with the specific purpose of cutting, shaping, and polishing a new piece of obsidian to fit my bezel ring. I was feeling good...confident in my ability to craft the perfect stone.
That confidence lingered for all of 10 minutes until I cut my first rock too small (head slap - doh!).
Jump backward to Tuesday night, my regular rock shop night, when I get to spend the evening listening to loud machines grinding and cutting to help myself decompress. I went with the specific purpose of cutting, shaping, and polishing a new piece of obsidian to fit my bezel ring. I was feeling good...confident in my ability to craft the perfect stone.
That confidence lingered for all of 10 minutes until I cut my first rock too small (head slap - doh!).
It wasn't so much the cutting part that really hurt my pride. It was the fact that I just picked the wrong size square as my template. I mean how can that happen??? I have the ring setting. Shouldn't I be able to figure out which size rock it needed? Sigh.
Anyway, the second stone I cut was the right size so I set about shaping and polishing it. After 45 minutes it was done. I set it in the freezer to unstick it from the dowel it was on and took up the task of drilling a hole in a piece of jasper I've been hoping to work on for a couple weeks now. After the hole was drilled, I took my new shaped stone from the freezer, popped it off the dowel, held it up to my ring and...
Anyway, the second stone I cut was the right size so I set about shaping and polishing it. After 45 minutes it was done. I set it in the freezer to unstick it from the dowel it was on and took up the task of drilling a hole in a piece of jasper I've been hoping to work on for a couple weeks now. After the hole was drilled, I took my new shaped stone from the freezer, popped it off the dowel, held it up to my ring and...
...smacked myself in the forehead because it was too small for the bezel. Ugh. Humiliating...I think I'm might have screamed, but don't worry no one in the shop was alarmed since they are all used to my antics by now.
I was pretty much ready to throw in the towel on the bezel ring and pick it up another time, but the wonderful shop manager, Eileen, told me to give it another go. I heaved a huge sigh and forged ahead with raw determination otherwise no as pure anger. Forty-five minutes later, I had a perfectly shaped stone to fit in my ring.
I was pretty much ready to throw in the towel on the bezel ring and pick it up another time, but the wonderful shop manager, Eileen, told me to give it another go. I heaved a huge sigh and forged ahead with raw determination otherwise no as pure anger. Forty-five minutes later, I had a perfectly shaped stone to fit in my ring.
Now, I haven't actually set the stone yet, so this is close to what it should look like when it's done. I tried my hardest to destroy the ring with the tripoli sander first. It flew out of my hand twice and bent the silver all crazy like, but somehow managed to remain intact. It still needs some work with shaping though and hopefully next week I'll be able to finish it.
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