Friday could be argued to have been busy-work, but it really was important. My work station had gotten out of control.

I took the morning to get that reamed, now it looks like this...

Saturday, I worked on taking pictures with my new camera. The macro on this one is not as good as the old camera I lost. I am having problem with blurriness with this camera, not so much lighting as before.
I am also experimenting with antiquing. Liver of sulpher is my new favorite (smelly) friend. I was intimidated by this green and noxious substance, but now I call it the elixir of oldness. My husband politely inquired if everything now has to be submerged in this god-awful stuff. I offered him nose plugs. I'd been debating about whether or not to LOS my first paisley set. Saturday it got dunked. I think it really improved it. It might need to be darker, I might dunk again after I get my tumbler.


Speaking of which, this weekend also proved my need for a tumbler. I was polishing some pieces, sitting on the deck. My Dremel grabbed a pendant, whirled it out of my hands and sent it through a crack, under my deck. I had to crawl under the deck to retrieve the piece. Thankfully, very little rain (so the leaves were not wet) and no dead animals, and I found the pendant.
Sunday, did some drawings (I have to force myself to plan designs and put them on paper, very bad habit, very hard to change). I also completed a small pendant inspired by fabric, but it is in the same spirit as my paisleys, so I'm thinking of grouping them and calling it something morrocan inspired.

Here is a last photo of my outdoor work set up, complete with assistant. The first piture I took, she wasn't in, then she seemed to see that I needed someone to pose so she jumped on in.

Is this too rambly so far? I guess its just the newness.