Cut my thumb on a piece of smalti and had to stop for two days
Not deep, barely a scratch. But it's on the pad of my left thumb, exactly where I press to feel the cut edge when I'm checking a tessera. So two days now I'm sitting here doing nothing, or worse, sorting by colour like an intern.
The infuriating part is I did it being lazy. I have a small wooden jig for holding the small stuff when I score it. It was right there. I turned my head to answer the phone and pushed the wheel through with my thumb in the wrong place, like I've never held a hammer before.
So now I have one panel that's 80 percent done and a thumb wrapped in tape like a cartoon character, and my neighbour Katerina keeps asking if I went to the doctor. For a cut. In Greece. My grandmother would laugh at me.
Does anyone else have a body part that decides when they can work? Because mine is the thumb and I am not going to win this argument.
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the jig being right there is the worst part. i have a rubber rib i keep meaning to use when i trim and every time i think "no, quick one" and then my hand remembers why it exists.
two days of sorting by colour though, joder, that's its own punishment. hope the panel's still where you left it, nothing worse than coming back to something that dried a bit more than you wanted and now your plans for the edge are different.
the rubber rib and my sponge are in the same conspiracy. both sitting in the water bucket, both watching me use my bare fingers on a leather-hard rim like it's going to end differently this time.
and yeah the dried edge thing, i've come back to pieces where the rim went from "I'll tidy that tomorrow" to bone dry and now it's a different piece entirely. sometimes better, usually not.
The sponge is the worst of the two, it never even pretends to help. Mine's been grey for a year and I still reach past it.
And yes, that leather-hard window is a lie. Everyone talks like you can come back to it. You can't. It goes from workable to "this is somebody else's pot now" overnight and you just live with the decision you didn't make. I've had the odd one where the dry rim actually looked deliberate, but I wouldn't bet on it twice.
Anyway the thumb is nearly healed, so it's back to the floor tomorrow and pretending I learned something.
"no, quick one" is the whole disease. And it's always the tool you already own that gets you, not the fancy one you don't. That rubber rib sounds like my jig. Sitting there, judging.
The panel survived, thank god. It's the sort with a wet-set section near the edge so I had to keep misting it while I couldn't touch it, which felt like a sick joke. Anyway good news, the edge plans are intact. Bad news, the colour sorting is now two jars of "close enough" and one jar of "I'll deal with you later."