On two occasions, within a day of putting up posters for my dance classes, I've noticed another dance instructor's posters go up in the same place, and my posters are absent. Is this strictly coincidental? I don't know. But I can't help but experience a bit of paranoia.
In another coincidence, I seem to get stomach cramps in the late afternoon or early evening any time I spend several hours at the metal studio. This began around the same time a new type of polishing rouge was introduced. Do you suppose that's what is causing my intestinal woes? My poor tummy is moaning and flopping like a sick cow, right now. No kung fu for me. Meh.
My new metal assignment is an interesting one. I'm to commit a forgery. Everyone must make a pair of earrings identical to some historical piece. We are expected to have to learn new techniques in order to do this, so simplistic hoop earrings and basic disc earrings are out. I've decided on this pair of 2nd-century CE gold dome earrings.
My forgery won't be entirely believable, though. I've been given permission to use sterling silver instead of gold. Good thing, hmm?
The design of these earrings really doesn't do much for me. It looks either like pregnant bellies or a couple of tits. My ears are unpierced, so I'm not an earring fan, anyhow. But these ones look like they'll be a challenge without being impossible. I get to use granulation on a small scale, work on doming, use reticulated silver for the warbled surface effect, forge wire, and then I get to try to ding the earrings up in exactly the same way these have been abused over the centuries.
Still, I wish I were able to copy some other piece, like a necklace or ring. I'd be able to wear those.
I am making another ring, though. I've managed to salvage a ring which didn't cast properly. I sawed part of it off and leveled it out. I should make a mould of it, because it's a very versatile design. I could put all sorts of settings on it. Maybe I'll begin a mould tomorrow.
I watched Hidalgo last night. The movie is actually quite disappointing. It is filled with all sorts of cinematic cliché, there is little character development, and Viggo has scabby lips. That last fact turned my dream of Viggo the other night into a definite one-night-stand. Hee hee! Nonetheless, the scabby lips seem accurate enough. I'll bet your lips would be pretty crusty, too, if you spent weeks in the Sahara without any lip balm.
But even if Viggo isn't so darned hot, the horseflesh and the jewellery are. The movie might not be good, but it sure is pretty.
I was very excited at one character's mention of the Tuareg. I practically have a Tuareg fetish. These people are beautiful, ride gorgeous camels, wear fabulous blue fabric, and make some seriously kick-ass swords and silver jewellery. Nevertheless, I didn't notice any Tuareg people in the movie. I did, however, see quite a bit of jewellery that looked Tuareg in origin.
I guess that will just have to do.
![[Double dome earrings] [Double dome earrings]](https://p2.dreamwidth.org/da36c15f1740/2919457-92952/www.shanmonster.com/2004/earrings.jpg)
![[Waiting for the end of the sandstorm. Tizicoré, Mali - by Thomas Kern] [Waiting for the end of the sandstorm. Tizicoré, Mali - by Thomas Kern]](https://p2.dreamwidth.org/6bf3c54d33d8/2919457-92952/www.shanmonster.com/2004/tuareg.jpg)
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Date: 2004-03-09 04:07 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2004-03-09 07:06 pm (UTC)From:RE:FLYERS
Date: 2004-03-09 04:51 pm (UTC)From:Re: FLYERS
Date: 2004-03-09 07:08 pm (UTC)From:I'll have to try out your triangular idea next time. Thanks!