Post by MyNewHobby on Jun 18, 2009 20:28:15 GMT -5
First off let me say, I honestly think that there should be a "Tumbling Horror Stories" thread somewhere within the walls of this board. ;D
Now for the main event ... the story I am about to tell you happened about 45 minutes ago and occurred within a time span of about 20 minutes.
So, get yourself a cold one, get comfy, and find that happy place for your little bottom sit.
When I got home this evening I decided that this poor batch in the vibe has been beaten, smacked, tumbled, and dropped more than its fair share.
I decided I am going to move on with my life and wash these bad boys. Actually you old timers (ooops sorry .... huh ..... oh you wise ones!!!) call it burnishing.
So I remove the bowl of very grey, icky, and lots of rocks and place it in my big plastic pan to start the rinsing before the burnishing which is before the pre polish. You get the idea.
I am now on a roll .... I fill this pan with lots of cool water and start to play and mix the rocks and water.
I then grab my bucket which is a regular sized plastic bucket and place my strainer in it so I can see how well rinsed the rocks are. I now place this bucket on the counter on the same side as the pan.
For what ever reason, I am still stymied, I proceed to take the pan and pour the contents into the right side of the sink!!!!! Thank goodness I had the trap in place!!!
Halfway through I realize (about 45 seconds) that I have just poured about 2 gallons of heavily laced grit water down my kitchen sink. DAM!
I start grabbing everything to haul outside, drop it all off and go back to the kitchen where I stood for a good 5 minutes pumping massive quantities of water and using my toilet plunger to make sure no grit has an opportunity to make its home in my pipes and hence you all know the outcome if grit sets up in pipes.
Geesh .... I think I got it all .... I hope ....
I get everything back into the tumbler, put some borax and lots of water, and am now as I type letting it tumble its little heart out so I can begin the pre polish.
These poor rocks if they could talk would be swearing a blue streak at me for the large amounts of abuse I have put them through.
I hope that I get at least 1/4 of the entire batch as beautiful I know they could be had they had someone who had half a brain working with them to begin with.
That is my story and if you will excuse me I now have to go back into my little kitchen and wipe down everything, including the counters with Clorox cleanup as grit water stains counters. Not to mention I have to change my jammies again as I am soaking wet and (dammed if I know how) have grit water in my hair.
As always....
Julie
Now for the main event ... the story I am about to tell you happened about 45 minutes ago and occurred within a time span of about 20 minutes.
So, get yourself a cold one, get comfy, and find that happy place for your little bottom sit.
When I got home this evening I decided that this poor batch in the vibe has been beaten, smacked, tumbled, and dropped more than its fair share.
I decided I am going to move on with my life and wash these bad boys. Actually you old timers (ooops sorry .... huh ..... oh you wise ones!!!) call it burnishing.
So I remove the bowl of very grey, icky, and lots of rocks and place it in my big plastic pan to start the rinsing before the burnishing which is before the pre polish. You get the idea.
I am now on a roll .... I fill this pan with lots of cool water and start to play and mix the rocks and water.
I then grab my bucket which is a regular sized plastic bucket and place my strainer in it so I can see how well rinsed the rocks are. I now place this bucket on the counter on the same side as the pan.
For what ever reason, I am still stymied, I proceed to take the pan and pour the contents into the right side of the sink!!!!! Thank goodness I had the trap in place!!!
Halfway through I realize (about 45 seconds) that I have just poured about 2 gallons of heavily laced grit water down my kitchen sink. DAM!
I start grabbing everything to haul outside, drop it all off and go back to the kitchen where I stood for a good 5 minutes pumping massive quantities of water and using my toilet plunger to make sure no grit has an opportunity to make its home in my pipes and hence you all know the outcome if grit sets up in pipes.
Geesh .... I think I got it all .... I hope ....
I get everything back into the tumbler, put some borax and lots of water, and am now as I type letting it tumble its little heart out so I can begin the pre polish.
These poor rocks if they could talk would be swearing a blue streak at me for the large amounts of abuse I have put them through.
I hope that I get at least 1/4 of the entire batch as beautiful I know they could be had they had someone who had half a brain working with them to begin with.
That is my story and if you will excuse me I now have to go back into my little kitchen and wipe down everything, including the counters with Clorox cleanup as grit water stains counters. Not to mention I have to change my jammies again as I am soaking wet and (dammed if I know how) have grit water in my hair.
As always....
Julie
