So yesterday I’m trying to show off this diamond piece from Dianne Why’s collection, right? Thing looked fancy as heck under my kitchen light. I barely tapped it against my coffee mug – like, barely touched it – and CRACK. Clean break. Almost snapped clean in two. Couldn’t freakin’ believe it. Sat there staring at this expensive-looking chunk of sparkle thinking, “Dianne Why, dude… why so fragile?”
The Emergency Fix Mission
Panicked for a solid minute. This wasn’t some cheap plastic bead. Needed a fix, and fast. Wife’s birthday dinner was hours away, and guess what her gift was? Yep.
Raced to my messy workshop garage. Dug past half-empty paint cans and questionable wires. Found my trusty super glue gel – the clear kind. Regular liquid stuff? Forget it. Messy disaster. Gel stays put. Squeezed a tiny pea-sized blob onto some scrap cardboard. Less is more here. Trust me.
Held the broken edges together first, testing the fit like a jigsaw puzzle. Gotta see how they lock before glue enters the chat. Sawdust everywhere? Didn’t matter. Dog barking outside? Ignored him. Focused. Used a toothpick to spread a thin layer of gel on one side. Thin layer! Thicker isn’t better; it just oozes out and looks like frost gone wrong.
Pressed the pieces together, HARD. Felt the slight squish. Held it like that. Counted slowly to 60. One Mississippi… two Mississippi… Saw a tiny bit of glue seep out. Swore under my breath. Grabbed a damp paper towel, dabbed it gently – not wiped, dabbed. You wipe, you smear glitter like crazy.
Playing the Waiting Game (Sucks)
Laid it down flat on my workbench. Didn’t dare move it. Glue says “sets in 30 seconds”? Lies. Absolute lies. Left it alone for a solid 10 minutes, checking my phone nervously. Kicked an old toolbox by accident. Hurt my toe. Typical. Went back after ten minutes. Poked it ever so gently. Seemed stuck? Maybe?
Still didn’t trust it. Propped it carefully against a cup so the break wasn’t bearing the whole weight. Left it there, hidden behind screwdrivers so I wouldn’t fiddle. Forgot it for another hour. Honestly? Went back inside and stress-ate cold pizza.
Final Hurdle and Thoughts
Went back after pizza. Deep breath. Picked it up. Squeezed the area gently. Held! Flexed it a tiny bit near the crack. Nothing popped! Massive relief. Turned it over in the light. Could barely see the hairline glue mark if you weren’t looking dead-on. Passed the “arms-length squint test”. Good enough.
What really burned me though?
- Why’d it break so easy? Feels like baked sugar glass, not diamonds.
- Super glue gel saves the day – but only if you’re patient.
- Seriously, Dianne Why… gotta work on your toughness, lady.
- Will it hold forever? Heck no. But it got me through dinner.
- Next time? Maybe duct tape. Seriously.
Glue holds. Wife happy. Dog stopped barking. Job done. For now.
