Woke up and got a bunch of Nicola work done and dusted, had coffee with T and hit Daiso for some kitchen stuff I needed, then made dinner, got my treadmill time in, and now I can actually relax for a change before heading off to bed. Luxury.
And I have made an executive decision. I am taking tomorrow off from the writing business. I still have more work to do but it’ll be there on Tuesday. Tomorrow I am taking my investment and my plasticine into the garage and I’m gonna make a set of earrings that I’ve wanted to do with some gorgeous 6mm amber cabochons and two flower-shaped shots that I pounded out a few weeks ago.
The image at left shows how I want to set the cabochons in plain silver bezels with open backs so that light can shine through them, connect them with silver balls, add a jump ring onto the setting and another one onto the flower, then connect them together and solder an earring post onto the back of the flower. Since this will involve working with a lot of small, fiddly pieces, it’ll be a great test for the plasticine/investment soldering process. If this works the way it should, making anything with small pieces or intricate scrollwork is going to get a LOT easier.
Since I have to reformat Random Realities ANYWAY, I thought it was time for a new cover. And to be frank I needed a break from formatting.
No, not that kind of investment. I mean the super-fine casting powder that can be used when casting lost wax figures that are then melted out in a kiln and metal is poured into the void.
Just finished a project for a client who wanted me to do an illustrated cover for her contemporary romantic comedy. It’ll be coming out in June and I’ll post links here for interested folks—it sounds like it’s going to be hella fun.
This is a pendant I made for a friend and colleague who saw a golden rutilated quartz pendant I’d made as a giveaway and wanted to know if I could make her something similar.
And no, I’m not going to show it to you. There’s the tiniest black spot under the nail plate next to the cuticle that is obviously an eensy clot and the tip of the finger is a bit tender, but that’s about it. All in all, it could have been a lot worse.
Not only did I make two jewelry sales, but people are starting to pay for my Vella story (written as Nicola) so I’ve got that going for me. Now if I could just rustle up some contract work and send the Brit home for two weeks things would be magic.







