This is what I got for Christmas last year: a Dremel tool. I’ve been waiting to use it because it is noisy and my studio is in the house. It wouldn’t be too bad, but I can’t close the door and the noise drifts down the stairs and the TV is at the bottom of the stairs and my husband is watching TV. (How’s that for a run-on sentence?)
But when he’s *not* home and I am, all bets are off.
I’m learning. I know how to change the bits easily now (that part was rather intimidating at first) and I am gaining better control of the tool.
I have safety goggles, a face mask, and a good pair of gloves that fit just right and still allow me dexterity. I have a big clamp to hold work still on my little work table. I have the little wand portion of the tool that makes it infinitely easier to handle and control. And I have plenty of things to practice on.
But what a mess!!
The mess looked more spectacular before I swept it all to the floor, dusted everything off and swept it into a pile. That’s a pretty simple clean-up.
The best part of it: today when I was practicing with it, I found myself so intent that I lost track of everything else: time, noise, the distracting Internet… I was in my “zone”. I don’t think I have been in that place for a very, very long time.
I am looking forward to a long relationship with my Dremel.
Jaci Dawn 
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