OK, I have a lost stone story, with a happy end (in more ways than
I was making a pendant as a gift for my niece, with a nice little
freeform black opal in it. I was near the end, and everything was
spread out on the table, in the studio where i teach. When the
moment came to set the stone---no stone! I hunted high and low,
swept the floor, all the usual kinds of things. I couldn't sub
another stone because the shape was irregular. What to do! As I
stood, at a loss, looking around the room for inspiration, another
jeweler working near me spotted the stone--stuck to my butt. Not
likely I'd ever have seen it there! It was sticky on the back from
the price tag, and I guess it had fallen onto my chair, where I must
have sat on it.
I'm sure there's a moral there somewhere. Never work alone? All's
well that *ends* well?