One of the less wonderful sides of making jewelry for a living is acknowledging that not all my designs are foolproof and that repairs are a fact of life.
Thankfully, it seems they've held up rather well as I just recently received the first pieces for repair - I know it's at least 3 years later, maybe 4.
The trick with pmc and repairs is accurate replication - between my very inexact way of working and the shrinkage factor, it's always a challenge. With these, I had to make some changes, mainly switching to a sterling snake chain and adding pmc bails at the top of one of the dangles. They're almost finished, actually the replacement pieces are in the tumbler waiting for me to reassemble them and ship them off. Here's pre-tumbler:
Which leads me to the next thing. I spent most of yesterday, while pieces were tumbling, trying to get back to work. With my pmc tools still strewn about, I started hauling out my bins of components. I sat there trying different combinations over and over and over and ... well, let me just say nothing was flowing. Inspiration was painfully absent. I finally gave up and resorted to surfing the internet ... mindless zoning out. This morning, I came back to my table and the disarray and, with the added advice from my horoscope:
Your natural psychic abilities may be short-circuited today, dear Sagittarius. ... Your imaginative faculties could be rather garbled as well. The best possible advice: take the day for yourself ... You can go back to your routine tomorrow.
I've decided to leave it be, at least for today. So far I've extracted one vehicle encrusted in 8" of snow and sent Dave back to work. Cleaning up the breakfast dishes then lead to a thorough cleaning of my beloved English tea kettle. Years ago, when my kettle was sparkling and new (at the time an enormous splurge), I had a British friend comment on it being a "proper kettle" ... that it is. It's still a bit crusty, but it's back to being shiny.
After this, I will shut down the computer and spend the rest of the day just following my nose, see where my gaze lands. I'm thinking some more shoveling, clearing off the other vehicle, I'd like to do a bit of writing in my journal, maybe peruse some books from my library and drink lots of tea with water heated in my sparklie proper kettle.
One more thing before I leave. I've never been one to read poetry. I love listening to poetry readings, but sitting down and reading always seemed such a strange activity. I've never understood how you could read one poem after another. It seems like one poem should be read and then time allowed to savor and reflect before moving on. I don't know, maybe that's what most people do, just not me. What I really do love is watching films about writers and poets, listening to the cadence, the vocabulary, watching the hand gestures and body language. One such film was a Christmas present for the house - the film is The Practice of the Wild, which comes with the book The Etiquette of Freedom. It's mostly a conversation between Gary Snyder (Dave's favorite poet) and Jim Harrison. It's absolutely wonderful. We watched it twice the first night along with all the DVD extras, which are equally terrific and again last night. Here's the trailer ...
Also, I'm now a big fan of Jim Harrison. He's an absolute delight in the film and I think the description I read of him being "a force of nature" is dead on.
So until next time and with deep gratitude, I send warm blessings - kvk
p.s. I did take a bunch of pictures of all the snow, but figured everyone's got lots of pictures of the snow and there wasn't much I could add that was different or interesting. But there is this one ... looks like jewelry inspiration to me ...