Jul. 14th, 2010 at 11:50 AM
There had already been three classes – Metals of Choice, Stones and the 4C’s, and Marrying the Stone to the Setting – and they had all been informative, mentally stimulating, and, if Jazz could be honest, a little thrilling. But as much as fun as she was having with the classes, there was something she enjoyed even more…the open workshop time they’d all been granted after the day’s classes. Even after the long hours of study, it was a real highlight to get in there and get her hands on all the bits and glorious pieces of what could be, given time and work, exquisite pieces of jewelry. They’d even been encouraged to work from their own sketches!
Today, Jazz was gleefully returning to a project she’d started the day before. It was, perhaps, a bit ambitious for her first build, but once the idea had come to her she’d known she wouldn’t be happy working on anything else. It was too perfect to pass up.
Or…at least it would be.
Humming happily, she pulled on a pair of soft gloves, yanked a chair up to the table and got to work.
Today, Jazz was gleefully returning to a project she’d started the day before. It was, perhaps, a bit ambitious for her first build, but once the idea had come to her she’d known she wouldn’t be happy working on anything else. It was too perfect to pass up.
Or…at least it would be.
Humming happily, she pulled on a pair of soft gloves, yanked a chair up to the table and got to work.