10.24.01
My cabochon got stuck in my bezel, because Beth never asserted the point that you should first drill a hole in your bezel, and then check the stone for fit. See, that way if it gets stuck, you can pop it out from the other side.
I tried in vain for many minutes to release the cabochon from its bezely prison, to no avail. And Rosarita, darling dear that she is, Rosarita scampered off with my setting and returned moments later with reinforcements, who suggested that we use daubing wax to adhere the stone to, and then remove the bezel with pliers.
After a couple of attempts, the stone was free, I was dancing around, and Rosarita looked immensely proud of her accomplishment.
All emotional, I said to her, "Oh, my God, I love you so much that I could give you a big wet sloppy smooch!"
And she puckered up her lips, so I gave her a big not-so-wet sloppy smooch, and now I'm sure everyone in the metalsmithing workshop thinks we're dating.
This is from the girl who asked if I was trying to flirt with her because I winked at her one time, in a manner that I mistakenly thought was conspiratorial.
Heh.
