They're off and I can't polish them just one last time. That is probably one very good thing, as my prehnite tree will tell you. The poor tree was polished until he could shine no more, and then, the "one last time syndrome" that I suffer from made me overpolish the already thin bezel strip and a teeny tiny piece of bezel came flying off and I went from having worked with the tree for many days, to suddenly not being able to enter him in the talent show for his kind. This tiny missing piece would be unnoticeable to most people, but the judges would spot it right away...
I did swear. Probably quite a lot.
Do fellow jewellery makers find that every so often, they actually fall a little bit in love with a piece that they have made? I think I just did with this one. My default on finishing any piece is that I'm never entirely sure that anyone will like it, so I was definitely surprised by not caring too much if others do or don't like this one, just because I do. When I realised my tree couldn't go to the ball, i felt really quite sorry for it.
So whilst the others are in the hands of the Guild gods, this little tree is staying right here with me.
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