The art of soldering is so intricate but not many people talk about it.
A week ago I invested in a 22 dollar soldering kit and was afraid to test it out because it sounded a bit too "fancy" for the things I do. But I knew I had to take a step forward and dabble in a different form of art; soldering. I wanted to test it out but was not sure how to be introduced to the product. Back in July I went for a swim with my Fitbit charge HR and it went to sleep forever. My pink "life" saver was asleep; like snow white-though she is not white, nor is she able to survive in the snow. I wanted to revive her because as we ALL know, fitbits are not cheap.
I did eventually purchase a new one for fear I would not be successful in fixing my old one. But I wanted to try it out. I wanted to see what was needed in order to fix it. So I youtubed how to reinstall a new battery and I found this site. This youtuber was a life saver. Had I not watched it a few times, I would not have brought along the proper materials. The people who sold me the battery were amazing. They ended up helping me out a great bit. Check out their facebook page here. I am on the Vineyard and I decided I would repair the Fitbit Charge HR.
I started the repair at around 12:00pm and fully completed the process around 3:12pm. I had a few breaks in between to drink things like beer, apple juice, cranberry juice, and water....and beer.
The most frustrating part of this art was the amount of times I incorrectly soldered the plus and minus parts of the battery, causing a little spark...scaring the shit out of me and my dog Lilly.
My daughter just kept watching me, wondering what I was doing wrong and if we were all going to die.
Eventually, I realized I had to use the actual rosin, apply it to the "motherboard", and get that sticking to the + and - parts of the battery IMMEDIATELY.
I was SOOO excited once I got the battery on but then there was an issue with slipping a part back into its place and then clicking the little flap. The stupid flap didn't want to get in there. It took me a good 25mn just to get it in there. I eventually just shoved it in there...locked it...and hoped it works.
The "hard" part was done. But then I had to make sure the screws I had were the right ones to put everything back in place. I didn't have all the right screws so I had to substitute and use fewer screws just to get it in its place until I find the other ones.
I then went ahead and used some superglue (which probably was not the best idea) because the actual "house" didn't want to sit the way it did before. But I HAD to have this fixed...TODAY.
Once I had everything in its place, I tested the fitbit and guess what? IT WORKED. Beautifully....my daughter was so excited and glad I didn't burn the house down.
The art of soldering includes not moving, not bumping anything, keeping your hands still the ENTIRE time, making sure the heat is not too hot. Making sure once the rosin melts, you attach the ends IMMEDIATELY.
I also learned how to UNsolder which was super interesting. I used the unsoldering method to actually remove any of the soldering from the motherboard before soldering the new battery.
I felt like a mini genius today. The pictures above are me trying to NOT die or burn myself.
I've been gone for a few days because the lasting effects of my migraine included nausea, vomiting and dissyness. How exciting is that?
When I get a migraine, I'm usually out for a couple of days. The meds I take can leave me in a state of exhaustion. But today I want to share with you the art my spouse and I engaged in. No, it is nothing sexual but of course it could lead to some sexy muscle flexing, and Ab-showing.
Alas, we are both very out of shape and in need of some good excercise. Meet Amy our lovely bike rack! Amy's last name is Yakima.
She is heavy as fuck but so far is doing an excelent job at adjusting. Though she is black, I decided to whitewash her name so it would be "easier" to say 🙃
Amy (short for Amyierrashias) is from the amazon. It took her only 2 days to reach her new residence. I'd say she made it in "prime" time. She was pricey, about 229 dollars so our expectations for Amy were super high. Like-don't malfunction while we are on the road.
Amy was a total asshole when she first arrived. Her weight forced me to use muscles I didn't even know I had. Her looks were deceiving because though her silky black skin made her look skinny, one hand was not enough to get her off the ground.
Her body however! Perfectly beautiful and exactly the way she was described by all her reviewers.
But she was in a new country, probably had to learn a new language, and was experincing a new culture. The weather was also a factor when it came to moving in with us. She is going to freeze her bum off. She would also be handled by new fresh hands who would learn to do it "her" way.
And we did. With youtube and a very shitty instructions book (book came with Amy), we wrestled with our low knowledge of assembling a bike rack onto our Rav4.
It was hard because we depended on Amy's litte book of instructions. But what we soon realized was that the instructions were for a different type of car; not for ours.
So, back to the drawing board we went. Luckily we found a nice man on youtube who would efficiently guide us in our endevour. He helped us better understand Amy's language.
It took over an hour to secure Amy onto our Rav4. We later took it for a test drive, unlatched her and went off to do our other daily requirements.
When we got back upstairs, that was actually when my migraine started.
Today, Amy, my spouse and I decided to get a head start and make sure she was securely placed on our car so we could take our bi-yearly trip to Martha's Vineyard...we wanted to show Amy another part of the USA and we wanted to finally be able to bring our bikes to g-ma's house.
We did it! We assembled the rack put on 2 bikes, got the dog, teen, and luggage in the car and we made it to the boat in good time. The picture above is of the bike and rack making it safely to Woodshole. Now we are just waiting to make sure we get to the house.
Where's the art in this you may ask? A real artist would have found it. The combination of straps, racks, frames, adapters, rope, suction, strength, patience, heat, fear, assurance, compliance and so much more is all a part of the art it took to bring our bikes to the vineyard.
We have been empowered to make every aspect of our life a form of art!
Stay tuned for my Art blog on crocheting my hair while sick.
the Last night I was working overtime to get the bike rack onto the Rav4 my family and I so proudly own. Trying to figure it out was an art in itself. The instructions (1-8 or whatever) were shit.
We even tried using Youtube but technology has not quite caught up to the "no service" and slow loading for youtube videos when you are not sitting smack dab in the middle of a wireless router. Even the data stalled. Eventually we figured it it out and it looked great. But due to that adventure, a light headache took up residence in my cranium, and eventually flowered into a full fledged migraine.
I thought it was going to be a quick fix. A few Ibus and maybe one or two Tylos and I'd be fine. Come night time, it was pounding...like a passionate Drumline participant excited to be part of the show for the first time. I had just bragged the day before of how I had not had a migraine in T- 5 months.
My doctor had just changed my meds because I had told him the ones he had given me prior were too strong and would knock me out cold; making me unable to function the next day. So he gave me new meds. Welp, those were not working. But I couldn't stop trying them as they were supposed to be better. I took half of my previous one, half a new muscle relaxer and went to sleep. At around 2 in the morning, the headache had not subsided and so I took my new headache pill and went back to sleep. At 4 in the morning, the left side of my head was screaming to explode. I took the other half of the relaxer and another one of the new headache pills. By the time I woke up, it was 8:15am and I had to get ready for a Family Fun Day; an event I had been looking forward to being a part of because there would be lots of kids and lots of Jewelry making. The pain was faintly there so I proceeded with caution. We packed up the car and headed to the event. Due to the weather, we turned around and came home. I looked horrible (like I had not slept in years) and I was just super exhausted. Once I got home, I rested and tried to watch an OINTB but couldn't keep my eyes open. I passed out and woke up several hours later wanting to go to the ER or Urgent care but thought that I should eat first. I opened this Quinoa Quick Meal and the artichoke was excellent but the Quinoa itself was pretty nasty. Not to mention, I had to use a weird spoon/fork or SPORK. I couldn't figure it out. Below you will see a short clip of me trying to figure it out. ***Filming is courtesy of my teen!*** Speaking about art...here is me using this "art" form to eat a meal. As of right now, 4:02pm Easter Time, I have no headache. I'm trying to stay positive.
Last week during my regular Wednesday fair, I was approached by a young man who worked for the Randolph paper. He looked like he was at the end of High School or the beginning of College. He was super kind and he asked if he could interview me about some of my work that was on display that day. He was drawn to Larimar and immediately began asking me questions about this stone and why it is my main focus for what I sell, and what I do. I started by explaining to him what Larimar is and where it is found. He was mesmerized by the beauty and loved its story even more. As I was explaining what the blue calm stone promotes, he immediately made an important connection. "This seems like a unique stone," he said. I confirmed his observation. I proceeded to tell him the reason I was connected to this stone. I gave him a bit of the history of the Dominican Republic and its animosity towards Haitian people. I explained to him that I am a Haitian woman and was never loved or respected in that country. I felt like a very unique individual, having to maneuver in a world that hated me because I was one shade darker, my hair was two curls curlier, and my parents didn't match my skin tone. His eyes got real wide. It was as if something in his head "clicked." He realized that I grew up in a culture and an environment that was very racist towards me and so in order for me to survive the pain, I had to cling to something important; LARIMAR. And I did. Ever since I was real young, I found myself loving the stone. I even wrote my first book with the name of the stone in the title. Just about every bit of art I make, or piece of jewelry I put together, I try and include a bit of that unique beautiful stone whether it is in its entirety, a chip, a cobachon, or a curated piece. I make sure the unique blue stone that promotes calm, tranquility, and peace is part of each person's purchase at my booth, online, or in person! The interviewer walked away with a new understanding of what it means to be unique and how we can find something that gives us strength to move forward.
Art is pretty subjective, isn't it? I think anything you put your mind to, and are able to step back and say "that is awesome", constitutes as art. Because, beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. As long as your "art" does not hurt someone else, is not racist, and does not show cruelty, your art can be a healer too.
Today, during my tutoring session, I wanted to incorporate art. So I had my student use my Cannon simple digital Powershot S300 camera to take a few lovely pictures. She then took the pictures, slightly modified them, and then did her required 5 minute writing based on the process we used to take the pictures. We are working on transitional words and phrasing and she did a lovely job. Below are the pictures she took. Next week she will use one of the pictures to paint on a lovely canvas. Can you guess which one she chose to write about for today?
So today I want to go back a bit in time. A few weeks ago I was experimenting with bottle caps and crayon shavings. I had already made lovely necklaces out of melted crayon before, but I wanted to see how it would look in bottle caps. If you use high heat to get it started, make sure to keep your eyes peeled for any smoke/burning. (Kids SHOULD NOT be alone during this process.) If you start it on low heat, it is easier to control and manage.
Below is a video of my process. Above is a lovely image of my crayon necklaces.