I remember a setter who lost a stone through the window. It was too hot in the workshop and he had opened the window to ventilate. The diamond fell on the roof of the neighbouring warehouse… Ladder, velux, it was an adventure to get it back.
We didn’t do any better, but one day while setting a centre, the stone blew up… and it disappeared. We spent hours looking for it. And then, not a small stone, almost a carat. We only found it months later when we did a major cleaning. It was in a spider’s web!
H., setter.
Totally “marteau”
My father was a gem setter, I am a gem setter, a bit by obligation. I used to come to the workshop as a child after school. I did my homework there because my mother worked at night, so it was my father who brought me home. I started...