I've had a gloriously self indulgent morning at Spoilt Rotten Beads in Haddenham, taking a workshop in art clay silver ring making. I booked it at the last minute, having intended to try and make rings myself for aaaaages - I've made sterling wirework and hammered rings, but the potential for shrinkage and thus difficulties in sizing had held me back from silver clay ones.
Our lovely tutor, Juliet, took five of us through from sizing through rolling and embellishing, drying, filing, firing and finally polishing. She was very calm, most of us were a bit twitchy but at the end of three hours, we had all produced gorgeous rings that fit and sparkled.
I had a tense moment when my band cracked, but with a goodly dollop of silver paste all was well.
I love my new ring. It fits, and thanks to the edges I spent ages bevelling, it is really, really comfortable. I'd like to make another one straight away, but I have a secret squirrel project I need to finish for tomorrow so I'd better get on with it.
Slightly horrified by my wrinkly hands - just be glad I didn't zoom in!