i desperately need…

a mini- around the neck fire extinguisher and an extra large supply of aloe vera gel. 

 

It never fails. Just when i think i have got this whole jewelry gig down i become my alter ego … Ty the damager. Usually when this happens it starts slowly and then i snowball causing physical harm to not only my jewelry but any appendage i have not managed to hide from the flame in question.

It’s quite ridiculous actually. In one day, Friday, i managed to somehow burn the hell outta my arm with the mini rubber chicken i am casting into one fancy chicken army.(yes, more about this feat of artistic brilliance at another time.)  If i actually took fabulous photos i would show you all proof that a cooked chicken was in the vecinity of my forearm. Don’t laugh too hard but yes i will forever have a plucked chicken scar on my arm now.  Guess I can cross that off my tattoo list. 

Within minutes i became side tracked by the never-ending banter and chatter that invades my intensely needed quiet time at the jewelry studio, and somehow managed to put my sweet little pinky finger in the line of fire quite literally. You have no idea what pain is until you burn the padding of your pinky while trying to solder a tiny little bezel on an oh so uncooperative pendant. At this point i have used my supply of aloe vera rations for the day and am now forced to submerse my wound in an ice bath..wah wah. As i tend my wound i start to question what i was even thinking joining this hazardous career path. Didn’t I remember the part about my personality that is accident prone. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With the pinky and forearm bandaged nicely i decide that the flames are way to hot for me on this day and head back to my bench to focus on something a bit less dangerous.  It is 2:00 at this point and i have spent most of my day either cussing with a vengence, throwing my melted pendants and bezels and last as mentioned above nursing my wounds. Mainly my ego has been shot to hell and i know that sanding and polishing is probably the most healing and safe venture for now.  Within i kid you not five minutes i have somehow managed to sand right through my thumb with my flex shaft and i am bleeding all over the gold ring I have worked for weeks to finish.

Yes, i called it quits at this point and headed right over to my new favoritest hair salon called Modish where i spoiled myself with a new cut and outrageously bright highlights. Nothing like a new do to end an all around dead end day!