SO you know that padlock I've been slaving over for a while now? I got very excited because it was going to be finished last night. SO excited, in fact that I mindlessly made a little bend in the brass leaf spring inside of it before assembling it. A little adjustment that I did not check for functionality before RIVETING THE FACE PLATE ON. Um yeah. That resulted in a weak connection inside the lock where the brass tongue engages the notches in the shackle. Result: weak lock. The shackle goes in & clicks at its stop like it ought to, but snaps loose from the lock with a little tug. GREAT. Once the face plate is riveted on there's no getting in there again. So it's done whether I like it or not.
It's my first one, and I have three more lock bodies already made to try again on, and I know what the problem is so in the big picture it's fine. And it does lock, it's just not very strong. If I'd used leaf spring steel instead of brass, this would not be a problem. And if the tongue were a little thicker...
But FUUUUUCK. T came in and tried to problem-solve for/with me at a very bad moment bless him. This is the point at which I decided I was done in the shop for the day. The screaming and throwing of things was avoided. But let me tell you it was damn close to that.
He also broke the front door key off in the lock, causing me to come home to let him into the house and miss the final session of the sewing class. It wasn't a huge deal because the last session was just work-time for finishing up projects (which I can do at home), just very annoying. Perhaps I should have noted it as an ill omen of events soon to come :)
Maybe I'll do something easy today LIKE HINGES (hahahahaha).
I sent myself out first thing this morning to do something positive. Went to Wink's Hardware and bought sandpaper and checked out their stock of springs, spring steel wire, and tubing. Wink's totally rocks. Minor retail therapy.
Also had interesting dreams about my Grandmother's death completely out of the blue last night. In the dream she died in a completely different way than she actually did and instead of doing what I actually did I had a period of quiet calm time to mourn. I cried in my dream, which I never did more than once, briefly, in actuality. Instead of almost all the attention being on my mother and her crisis about that, I was allowed to pay attention to my feelings. It was really quite good.
Alright, breakfast has been eaten, the coffee consumed and now it's time to scrape up my gumption and walk back into the studio again.
It's my first one, and I have three more lock bodies already made to try again on, and I know what the problem is so in the big picture it's fine. And it does lock, it's just not very strong. If I'd used leaf spring steel instead of brass, this would not be a problem. And if the tongue were a little thicker...
But FUUUUUCK. T came in and tried to problem-solve for/with me at a very bad moment bless him. This is the point at which I decided I was done in the shop for the day. The screaming and throwing of things was avoided. But let me tell you it was damn close to that.
He also broke the front door key off in the lock, causing me to come home to let him into the house and miss the final session of the sewing class. It wasn't a huge deal because the last session was just work-time for finishing up projects (which I can do at home), just very annoying. Perhaps I should have noted it as an ill omen of events soon to come :)
Maybe I'll do something easy today LIKE HINGES (hahahahaha).
I sent myself out first thing this morning to do something positive. Went to Wink's Hardware and bought sandpaper and checked out their stock of springs, spring steel wire, and tubing. Wink's totally rocks. Minor retail therapy.
Also had interesting dreams about my Grandmother's death completely out of the blue last night. In the dream she died in a completely different way than she actually did and instead of doing what I actually did I had a period of quiet calm time to mourn. I cried in my dream, which I never did more than once, briefly, in actuality. Instead of almost all the attention being on my mother and her crisis about that, I was allowed to pay attention to my feelings. It was really quite good.
Alright, breakfast has been eaten, the coffee consumed and now it's time to scrape up my gumption and walk back into the studio again.
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