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.
Poinçonneur des Lilas
When I arrived at the workshop at the end of last week, my boss had left this on my workbench. And the first thing I thought and smiled was that jewellers have a vocation as ticket inspectors like in the song. And I might as well share this funny...