October 16, 2015

Be a Diamond

I once wrote an article on diamond cutting. I visited a jewelry store, interviewed the workers, took photos of the behind-the-scenes activities. I learned that diamond cutting involves planning, cleaving, bruting, polishing...

What I also discovered, and what I love more than I can put into proper words, is that turning a diamond in the rough into something of value is considered both an art and a science. Why do I adore this? Because I am pathetic at science, but I excel at art. I appreciate that the two skills are linked for this difficult job. 

Years ago, I took my engagement ring to be appraised. My ring is extra special to me. My great-grandfather, a jeweler in New York, made the ring himself for my grandfather to give my grandmother. (I'm trying to remember the year. I think it was circa 1937.) I was honored when my grandmother passed the ring to me, and I wanted to insure the piece—which is my only piece of "good" jewelry.

My diamond itself is not that spectacular, the appraiser explained when he put a value to the ring. As far as diamonds go, the jewel is average (at best). But the craftsmanship of the piece is other wordly. The way the facets were cut, the detail of the design—that's what makes my ring worth what it's worth.

My philosophy in life is based on this appraisal and what I learned writing my report. I have always thought that people start as boxes. And sure, boxes have sides. (I'm counting in my head. Is it six?) We share certain basic interests and needs. But I always yearned to be more than a box.

I want to be multi-faceted.

Multifaceted = having many facets.

Yeah, because that's a helpful definition.

Or: having many aspects or phases.

In my opinion, what I'm beginning with is just your average carbon (at best). Yet everything I absorb, every new skill, every fresh experience—adds to the sparkle, hones the gleam.

Lately, I am (as you can sense) cleaving. Trust me, I'm bruting like you wouldn't believe. And seriously? I hope to shine like a motherfucking diamond one day. I hope someone says, that girl worked her carbon like a pro. She took what she had, and she made it better. She shot rainbows around the room when the light hit her just right.


P.S. I'm actually not a diamond-and-pearl type of trollop. These rings by Loving Anvil are far more my speed.

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