Loveletter to a Bench Pin
Oh, little Bench Pin. You have so many stories to tell. Your pocked surface reveals years of failures and successes, broken drill bits and bloody fingertips, experimentation and devotion. The gold and silver dust deep within your crevices flies loose and scatters with every pin-top hammer blow. Melted wax, saw blade scars and crooked file marks only add to your history. Your necessity is undeniable. Even when you are just a tiny wooden nub, I will know I need you more than most tools on my bench. You hold, secure, strengthen and prop, often when my hands feel like giving up. There is nothing alluring about your strictly functional form, and yet it is that constant unpretentiousness in the face of your utter utility that only makes me love you more.
See more jeweler’s bench pins on the flickr Bench Pin group.