Pregled posta

So, it's not a pretty picture, but illustrates a short story...

My living situation is in limbo right now. I just bought a fixer upper that has no heat yet, so I've been living in the basement of some friends. Not much room, except for the boxes.

Fast forward to a promise to make a ring for a dear woman who had wanted one for over a year. Well, I looked for all my tools and could not find some pertinent ones. I tried to make due with what I had, but kept ruining the metal in some way. I contacted her and she is SO sweet about it all, I'm going to give her further discount. So, I try again, with the tools that I have and still cannot saw the detail and create the rivets as precisely as they need to be. Actually, quite slipshod.

Yesterday, I make one last ditch effort to look through all the boxes. In the basement and those scattered in my new house. Under the bed, in closets and drawers. I am sure I lost a box somewhere. But what about those boxes that have been marked the same for many years? Okay. I look in the camping box and in the holiday box and in the Photos Maps Journals box. Wha????

Look what I found! The bench pin, for accurate sawing. The spendy anvil that will allow accurate rivets of a ring. My jewelers saw. (now I have 2) And the rest of my drill bits and tiny metal files.

Sigh. I might just have to give her the ring. :)

Now, where did I move those journals? Uh oh!

This ring's been through a lot. My parents gave it to me on my 16th birthday and I'm seldom without it. In fact, my finger itches if I take it off.

One time, while on my way to a movie, I wasn't paying attention and tripped over the tow package of a truck. In addition to scraping up my hands, I gouged a chunk out of the ring. The jeweler fixed it but I can still tell where the wound was.