Some people say they get into a rhythm when sawing, that it’s actually relaxing. Because for once I wasn’t trying to cut something like a heart out of sheet, I actually understood what they meant.
And then I broke my saw blade. Maybe the first time ever, but at least in the past few years. I told you I don’t saw that much, but now it feels like I’m a real jeweler breaking saw blades like the big boys. I’m sure I’d jump even if I broke one every day. (Cheryl, I know you are laughing because you saw as often as you can. Like, don’t you slice carrots with your jeweler’s saw?)
Now if only I could find my spare saw blades. I have moved my studio twice since I needed a new one, so I scrapped the search efforts and finished a ring I’d already cut. Fused ends, hammered a flat surface, stamped with leaves, then stamped, “To thine own self be true” on the other side. Great idea for a grad!