It’s been a good long while since I’ve been bitten by the MUST MAKE STUFF NOW bug. Even now, I feel the urge may leave me when I get home, for the simple reason that my apartment is too cluttered to find a clear spot to work on. But… such predicaments, we must forge ahead – I’ll clean something off. At least a corner of something, anyway. Because tonight… we DAP! Dapp? We take bits of metal and HIT THEM WITH HAMMERS!!! YAAAAAAY!!!
No real reason.
I was preparing for an uncharacteristic attempt to go to bed early last night, and passed by my stainless steel table with casters, which was originally purchased to hold my wee little kiln. Kiln got shipped back for replacement, and table became, as expected, a catch-all for crap. On the up-side, it’s all jewelry-related crap. On the downside, it’s still just a pile of crap. I now have a new kiln, but it’s still boxed up, and likely to stay that way for the time being.
Sticking out from the pile of crap was a package of copper washers, purchased at Harbor Freight on April 4th.
And even though I’ve passed them a gazillion times since then, this time, they caught my eye. And my brain said, “Wow. I’ve had those for over a month, and haven’t done a darned thing with them.”
Thereby followed a long, meandering train of thought:
Well, that’s because I couldn’t enamel them. I didn’t have a kiln, and torch firing them seemed impossible to do, at least in this location. So what else was there to do with them? I could’ve used the dapping tools I bought at the same time and domed them, I suppose, but then what?
Then came the, “Ooh, shiny,” lightning bolt to the head:
I BOUGHT ALCOHOL INKS.
Now, I didn’t have any intention of dapping or inking anything last night; it was already almost 9:30, and even the ADD part of my brain knew better than that. But I also knew full well that the dapping set was covered in lubricating oil; how much time could it take to get that off, really?
The answer: about an hour or so, via Kirkland Signature Household Surface Wipes, Orange Scrubbing (smooth side).
So, there I was, at 10pm last night, happily standing in my kitchen and rubbing away disgusting quantities of what appears to have been motor oil, and installing it in its little storage block.
Yeah, so I’m easily entertained. It’s a useful skill.
So now, I’m at the job that actually, y’know, pays me. And all I can think of is stopping at Michael’s on the way home to pick up a varnish to seal them, and then… POW!
I’m also currently a bit obsessed with soldering. Which is interesting, since technically I didn’t do very much.
Had a class, weekend before last. Was supposed to learn soldering. And I did, a little teeny bit; I soldered bezel wire. I fried the first one; the second one took the join. But I didn’t get to finish the piece (solder it to the rest of the piece), and I didn’t get to rivet anything, and since a) we used my torch in the class, and b) people were still at it when I had to go, I left my torch behind, there’s very little point in my being obsessed with soldering. That has not, however, prevented me from assembling carts at several different stores such as Rio Grande, Amazon.com and Harbor Freight, of tools to help me further my obsession with soldering. I already ordered the adjustable chuck and teensy drills for my Dremel on eBay… which I can’t use until I complete my Rio order, because that’s got the bur/saw lubricant in it. By careful picking and choosing, I’ve got that cart down to about $122. Harbor Freight is $44. Amazon is $36. So that’s about $200 I don’t really have, for something I don’t feel comfortable doing in the place I currently live.
I must exercise patience.
…I SUCK AT PATIENCE.
If I had my torch, I could at least rivet things (it starts with balling headpins). Actually, I suppose, if you want to get technical, I could use already balled or flattened headpins, and do it that way.
Picky, picky. Don’t interfere with my acquisitiveness.
Thing is, even when I have my very own home, there will be obstacles to me doing this sort of thing, not least of which being that I’ll be paying for it (which means I very DEFINITELY won’t have $200 to spend on this stuff).
I’ll figure it out. One way or another, I will do all sort of nifty things with fire and heat.
But that will not happen today.
Today… I beat things with hammers.
And I may then turn them mottled pretty colors.
I may even wrap them with wire and dangle sparkly things from them.