ooooh long time no speaky... So we moved. We have a house. It's big. And I moved everything I need to the kitchen table so I dont have to leave the little bubble that is the kitchen and lounge room. Just like before. I have monster big clay play area now and as such I made stuff...

Heather from http://www.humblebeads.com/ makes these cuffs. They're her idea and I in no way shape or form pretend that it's anything other than hers. I did make the bead myself though and that was something I wasn't skilled enough to copy.....So I didn't even bother and just went big and bright. I so don't condone copying, hate copy catters, so I'm trying my bestest to make sure Heather gets the credit she's due.

Then I had an episode with the buffing wheel. It scares me. The grinder on the other side of the buffing wheel spins at the same time...it scares the crappers out of me and I keep waiting for some monster bad thing to happen. Usually in my head it involves something making me loose my balance...usually an earthquake and I stumble and put my hand out and grind my hand off. Or rip a whole lot of skin off. Alternatively, I have visions of me vauging out, cause I do that, and getting my finger caught on the nut that holds the buffing wheel on....

So. Picture this. I'm holding a wittle wittle bead the size of...well....hmmm...ok, we'll say my little finger - cept it's a little shorter and a bit fatter, and nothing like the size of my little finger. Right so, I'm trying to very timidly hold this bead and buff it on the super fast spinning wheel thats the size of....um....ok a small pizza. If you hold the bead on it's edge and hold it in the wrong spot, the wheel bites it and rips it violently from your hand and flings it into regions unknown. If you get your fingies too close it burns them. Overall it's a tense and unplesant experience. However...the beads look so purty when they're buffed that I go through that whole process rather frequently.

And now we come to reason for today's post. The cuff...