one ring
/Whenever we're at my In-Law's house Scott finds his way into the workshop. Over the holidays I followed him in there, and I'm finally showing off my project to you. I knew what I wanted to make...something I'd tried and failed at once before. I applied a little bit of Moorea

+ a little bit of Something's Hiding in Here

to a slice of dowel and a chunk of rock,
added a little bit of sticky stuff...
and fashioned myself a lovely piece of jewelry.
I had tried this task once before, but got over-zealous with a vice and cracked my ring right in half. This time I had more of a plan and I refined my process to be more fun and efficient (tiny wood chisels...yay!) and was delighted with my success.
Oh, but I also cracked this ring, just not until I was out of the house wearing it for the first time.
Several things led to this tragedy 1) my fingers change sizes all day [temperature+hydration?] and they're kind of strong from rock climbing every week 2) I don't work with wood often, and I'm sure I worked with the grain going the wrong way or something 3) I stupidly wore the ring to work...might have squished it on a door handle or knocked it on something.
Oh well...I'm quite proud. The ring is still awesome, and still totally wearable...but I'm saving it for special dress-up occasions.