The Ring

the-ring

I’m sure you haven’t noticed – but making chainmaille jewelry is kind of an obsession with me.  Necklace chains, bracelets, anklets, pendants…some goofy stuff like the Dude & various twiddly toys.  I love to make ’em all.

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Special shout-out to the ball – I’ll remember the intensity long after the pliers-slippage scars have faded…

 

 

 

Currently, I’m working on my own little dragon.  I’ll post pictures of him once he’s presentable 🙂

Oddly enough – even through I’ve got more stuff to adorn myself than most people  –  I don’t wear much jewelry.  I guess I have more fun making it than wearing it.

My daily garnishment regime?  Glad you asked!

 

lapis-pointMy Lapis Point.  This is on a very thin sliver necklace chain.  I can count the days I haven’t worn this far easier than I can count the days I do wear it…simply because I rarely take it off.  It stays on through showers, sleeping, working, socializing, crafting, swimming…you get the picture.  It.  Never.  Comes.  Off.

Occasionally, if I want to make a dramatic statement with a piece I created – I’ll take off the Lapis – but usually it’s there, either under a shirt or stage-center.

My lapis point has been charged with all sorts of mystical goodness and I function better with it on…

 

Ditto on earrings.  I have worn the same pair of earrings for the last 3-ish years…small gold hoops that are fairly unremarkable.  They never come out of my ears.  It’s easier that way, because getting ready for work in the morning involves so many things which come before coffee, if I tried to switch out earrings every day or so, I’d probably end up at work without a bra, mismatched socks, and my shirt backwards & inside out.

 

I used to wear an anklet with tiny silver bells constantly, too – but it got too annoying for my co-workers to bear, so I gifted it to S a couple of years ago.  I always smile when I hear her jingle across the floor.

 

Finally, I have (1) ring, which I have installed rather prominently on my right-middle finger.  A plain, white gold thin band (I think it’s around 3mm).  It’s been there for 2 decades and change.  About the only time I take this ring off is when I’m doing something REALLY messy or sticky with my hands (say…making bread dough or scouring something really foul)

Given that it’s my first Ex. Mr. Me’s wedding band – I’d say placing this little round piece of white gold on the middle finger is appropriate in more ways than I can count.

 

 

trl-ringsI recently bought a couple of very thin rings from TRL, so I could play with making a handflower out of one of my dudes.  Being the opportunistic person I am – I stuck one of these on my left thumb.

It fit well enough – and looked all shiny and round-ish on my thumb.

Now…here’s where it gets weird…

For the first couple of hours of wear – my thumb refused to operate like a normal thumb.  I was clumsy at the keyboard.  Klutzy with a pen.  I kept dropping papers and keys and jump rings.

It was as if all the nerve impulses simply STOPPED at the band.  I’d have had an easier time trying to do jumping jacks in shackles.

FYI – my thighs and exercise are mortal enemies…even though they rhyme…

I’ve never had one of my digits react so violently to an accessory before.  I felt like a toddler, trying to figure out how the parents effortlessly spoon soup from the bowl to their mouths without spilling a drop…

 

 

So I took it off.  I’ve got enough things to worry about without having my dominant-hand thumb …you know, that little thing that sets Humans ‘above’ all the other intelligent life on this planet?..  angry with me.  It was like my hand suddenly turned dumber than a box of rocks.

Anyone else experience weirdness in jewelry?

 

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Adventures in Geometry

I consider geometry the unholy spawn of some sadistic individual’s desire to force an horrific mating of math and art.

Why else would the number of the Devil from the Christian bible be 666?

I remember Geometry class in high school.  Back then, it was required in Sophomore year – everyone took it.  Not everyone enjoyed it.  Not everyone survived it, and not everyone passed the class.  (OLD school – you actually had to demonstrate understanding of a subject to receive a passing grade…).  All the different formula and equations were required memorization – you learned the formula, plugged in the numbers, and let the final result tell you this 3×3 box has 9 cubic feet of air trapped inside it.  The shapes were raped (boxes and triangles and circles), the line drawings abused (angles, parallels, curves).  Everyone was forced away from viewing pleasing visuals, and into considering their base numerical equivalents.

Even at this adolescent and prone-to-fanciful-thinking age, I could see that Geometry was the antithesis of great art, and I fought this tooth & nail.

hqdefaultGeometry demanded equal columns of numbers marching in lockstep without deviation – I wanted to put a pyramid on top of a box, add some cubes, balls and curved brick walkways to create a visually-pleasing home in the woods.   I didn’t CARE that my home had 1357.27685 cubic feet of air trapped inside, with additional insulating air of 339.3192125 cubic feet trapped under the roof, and a capacity to lose 33.78% of the warmth generated in the field stone fireplace through the insanely large windows – IT looked like a inviting and secluded cabin where I could get some SERIOUS artwork done.

Apple Pi

Finally, I’ll never forgive them for forever ruining Pie by dropping the ‘E’ and giving me, not only an endless chain of numbers to really mess with my mind, but another goofy line drawing.

Mmmmm – pie… 

Although I did enjoy the single day our educator stepped away from the rote formula-learning, and gave us a math/word game.  Given each letter in the English alphabet a consecutive number (a=1, b=2 and so on up to z=26) – what’s the highest number you can make from a 5 letter English word?   (Fuzzy, for the record, was our best at a value of 104)

I DO understand Geometry has a place in this world (after all, my cabin in the woods would need to be built using geometric formula if I wanted it to stand) – but I’d prefer to move in after the paint has dried on the walls and the plumbing is working.

Now here’s the weird part.  I do pretty good with simple mathematics, and actually enjoy the lockstep logicality in finance. (I work in accounting, after all…)  I especially enjoy finding and backtracking errors that Corporate AR puts into the books, and request they fix them with a long adding machine tape of evidence to back up my claims.

Floating Fucks

Just another day on the job

Because I’m good at these simple monetary maths, I traditionally earn more than I spend in a month – although my recent purchases of jump rings & jewelry displays made this month a bit more spend-y than save-y.

But geometry?  Nope – nope – nope.  Not going there…not even as a tourist.

Now, the SQO will tell me that I’m good at higher, more complex maths.  He’ll mention some of my drawings (bring on infinite perspective!) my origami, glass-etching, and chainmaille.  The way I automatically frame photographs into the rule of thirds, and all the computer work I’ve done in Photoshop creating abstract arts.

 

He is right, in that all these artistic creations have a healthy dose of complex mathematics behind them.  I don’t see the numbers, though, and I have no interest in calculating them out.  I just see the forms and feel the perfection in the patterns.

 

 

This weekend, I finished a chainmaille project I’ve been hungering to complete for a long time.  I made a ball.

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12 completely identical sides, each side sharing it’s mirrored construction with another side.  12 pentagrams of 5 sides each curled around into a mathematically-correct ball.

I knew going into this one that it wouldn’t be a quicky project – I didn’t realize that it would take an estimated 6 hours, repeated slips of the pliers resulting in skinned knuckles, poked legs, a near-blister on my ring finger and near-miss to my cheek.  I didn’t realize it would take building and tearing out a portion of it over and over and over again until I got it right.  I didn’t realize it would eat up most of my stock of stainless steel 6.9 AR rings (I’m estimating around 400 rings).

I didn’t realize how FUN it was to put this thing together.  The real question is:  do I want to keep this Geometrical Construction on my desk as a tribute to higher maths, or do I want to sell it on Etsy?

 

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This is 4 ‘faces’ into the project

 

 

Maths feature in Keto, too.  I decided to give Keto an honest shot once I had a spreadsheet constructed (what did I do before Excel???) to track exactly what I was putting in my mouth in terms of fat, carbs, and proteins.  Started keeping track of what the nutritional content was for my brand of bacon, butter, beef and veggies.  Added additional tabs for the recipes I’ve tried, and a 3rd tab for those recipes deemed ‘a catastrophic failure.’  All my eating, broken down into lockstep columns of marching numbers.

My Geometry teacher would be so proud!

I also started actually reading those nutritional guidelines listed on the backs or sides of some of my favorite snack foods.  That was an experience in pure horror, I’m telling you.  My favorite cheese chips have 19 grams of ultra-processed carbohydrates in just 18 crackers.

As if I could stop at 18 chips?  I used to eat these by the bowlful, if not straight outta the box!

Being low-carb, although it presents some interesting challenges, and was a right royal pain the ass to get used to, is totally worth it in how my body now feels.

This week- I whipped up a chicken-cabbage salad to take to work.  Here’s how I made it.

Chinese Chicken Cabbage Salad
The Stuff
1 small head green cabbage
6 TBS extra virgin olive oil
5 TBS rice vinegar
1.5 TBS Soy Sauce
1 TBS ground ginger
t tsp Cinnamon
2 medium clove garlic, pressed
4 oz cooked chicken breast, finely chopped
The Execution
Chop cabbage into long strips, removing the core.  Place in a large bowl with the
chopped chicken.
Add oil, vinegar, soy sauce, ginger, cinnamon and garlic in a deep bowl or
2 cup Pyrex measuring cup.  Whisk extremely well until all ingredients are
incorporated and the oil no longer separates from the rest of he wet ingredients.
Pour dressing over salad, toss to coat.