Do you ever have one of those days when you feel like a character in a 1990's movie about drug dealers in the 'hood? You know how it goes. You come home from the post office after picking up the latest shipment, then you sit at the kitchen table and unpack the goods.
Once everything is unrolled and unwrapped, you sort each piece into individual baggies, occasionally checking measurements to make sure everything is calibrated the way you thought it would be.
In the end, you do all this to enlarge and maintain your stash. And, if you ever find you have too much product on your hands, you sell it off to fellow users like yourself (does that make me a pusher as well as a user, I wonder?).
And if all of that sounds sketchy, remember: that's just the materials side of jewelry-making. The other side of jewelry-making involves all of the vaguely dangerous- and criminal-sounding paraphernalia us jewelers/metalsmiths like to keep on hand. There are the saws, files, sandpaper, drills. The hammers, stakes, vises, pliers. The masks, goggles, gloves, aprons. The Boric acid, hydrochloric acid, potassium fluoroborate, epoxy. The torches, grinders, anvils, and...wait a minute. I've got it all wrong! I'm not some criminal mastermind. I'm really just a character in a Road Runner cartoon! Obviously.
If there were an Acme Jewelry Supply Company, my account statement might look something like this (give or take a few vintage Japanese cabochons):
If there were an Acme Jewelry Supply Company, my account statement might look something like this (give or take a few vintage Japanese cabochons):
Great post! Thanks for the laugh.
Posted by: liz r. | November 20, 2008 at 11:41 AM