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.
A jewel among junk
This is a funny anecdote, like a "treasure in the attic", told to me this week by a diamond friend with whom I was having lunch. The story begins with an inheritance, a jewellery box, and two ladies who arrived at his office... I'm still laughing about it, but...