(originally posted 9/23/3008)
I want to learn silversmithing (do you learn silversmithing, or just become a silversmith, I don’t know. I’m a little foggy on the usage of the term). My first step towards this goal was taking a soldering class at a local bead store/art gallery.
Tonight, I was looking up silver solder supplies, I have a long list of supplies and tools I need to buy before I can really move along any further. I found some really interesting vendors. As I was surfing through the sites, I fell in love.
Anvils. Anvils are part of a silversmith’s tools. Oh, oh, oh. As of yet I have no need for an anvil, well, no need based on the skills that I’ve obtained. But I have a very deep need to own an anvil.
Let me try to explain. My whole childhood, I looked forward to Saturday morning cartoons. Yeah, I know, I grew up in the stone age, I had to wait until Saturday morning to see cartoons. I also had to get up to change the channels. And if you can’t relate than &^*$ you, ya little punk.
Saturday morning cartoons were fine, but the only one I cared about (ok, two, I liked Scooby Doo also, but none of that Scrappy Doo merde) was Loony Tunes. Bugs Bunny was it. And, as anyone knows, a good anvil dropping makes for a great segment on Loony Tunes. But I never really thought that I could have any valid reason for owning it. Yes, yes, I know, right now I don’t have a valid reason. Maybe I never will get far enough to actually need/justify my owning one, but that doesn’t ever really stop me. I must, must, MUST own an anvil. I will not stop until I get one.
My husband is sitting next to me, shaking his head, knowing (with dread in his belly, I assume) that this is the next useless item that I drag into our home. I will own an anvil, I cannot be stopped. And he knows this, so he mocks me. He told me that it doesn’t really count unless I buy my anvil from Acme. His head is the first head onto which I will drop my anvil. Mwah-ha-ha-ha.