Yesterday I was in full flow, making my mother a rose quartz and
fresh water pearl necklace for her birthday. Everything was going
fine until I tried to drill bigger holes in the pearls as I wanted to
make links using silver rather than string them on thread (the rose
quartz will be bezel set in sterling so I wanted to make a sort of
pearl chain to go up both sides from the bezel set rose quartz pieces
to the clasp). I broke about six very pointy diamond burrs and of
course ruined the same number of pearls as the bits of burr were then
stuck in the holes.
I had sixty pearls to drill and had only managed to do seven and
only had one suitable burr left. I was tearing my hair out when I
suddenly remembered someone said to do it under water!!! Doh! Doh!
Doh! Boy did I feel stupid. I managed to do the remaining 53 pearls
with no problems whatsoever and still have a burr left to fight
another day. It was much easier, less messy and in any case, I wasn’t
too keen on the smell of powdered nacre!
I won’t be so stupid next time, that’s for sure.