A good deal more was accomplished today, if not completely finished in every case. FINALLY got my Moonstone mounted in a protective wrap, though I did decide at the last minute that the frame wire was more than strong enough, and that the minimalist approach was best in the end.
Well, maybe Art Nouveau is a better descriptor. Either way, I felt like a weave would be too much, and detract from the stone more than enhance it. So I filed the roughs and called it finished, happy that I can wear it again.
From there I went on to the Dendritic Opal cabochon, to be wrapped in a quarter moon weave that a friend suggested for it.
After getting the frame situated, which took a bit, figuring how what I wanted could translate into a bail as well, I started with the Figure Eight weave.
I completed one side, the front, today. Hopefully I left enough “give” in the wire that the frame will still hit the edges, like I’m seeing in my head, but even so it does feel a little tight, so I’ll have to refit before I pick it up again to start the back weave, then complete the frame and bail.
If I missed it, which is always a possibility, it won’t be a killer and the buyer – whomever that may be – should still be delighted. It’s just a benchmark I’ve set for me.
I wasn’t too wild about the Merlinite (Dendritic Opal by another name) at first, but bought the cabs because I knew the high contrast would lend itself to designs and sell well. It’s eyecatching.
But as I worked with this huge piece the more I saw in it, and by now the stone has really grown on me. A good feeling- I love what I do and need to love everything I make.
All this was interspersed with typical Sunday chore things: grocery shopping, preparing Sunday dinner, carpet cleaning… And all this was accompanied by a little sable field mouse, who slips into our house when it’s chilly, and for some reason I can’t fathom (because I can’t read mouse brain) has decided to subtly follow me from room to room, always staying pretty well out of sight, or only being noticed audibly: I could hear it doing it’s mouse thing under the floorboards of my room. I imagine it’s access (and actual home) is in the crawlspace.
Well, I say I can’t know it’s reasoning, but even as I type I hear the pair of Great Horned Owls that nest in the woods behind us, calling to each with news of the night’s hunt. Even closer, a newly come Screech Owl glides by, keening.
And even a sable field mouse needs shelter now and then.