Y’all see a ‘worn-out skinner.’ Fair enough, and now that I know it’s not a butter knife, thanks for setting me straight. Learned something here. What I see is a battle-worn veteran of meat-cutting history. This wasn’t made for display cases, it was hand-stamped and forged sometime between 1860–1880, then used, sharpened, and trusted by real butchers. The handle didn’t rot , it was cleansed by time, water, and work. Sure, it’s missing the little diamond stamp. But this piece earned its scars long before your factory-stamped collectibles ever hit a sheath. I’m not restoring it to ‘factory’, I’m giving it a second life. Mirror finish, ruby scales, not to fake perfection, but to honor the grit. And hey, knowing what I know now, I’d say I found a diamond...er... gem in the rough. I already made the rookie mistake of ordering three half-round ruby ferrules from India, treated with beryllium (if that even matters here). So I might as well lean in. Drilling corundum? Yeah, I know what I’m in for, and after playing with spinel, I know I might have asked for it. But since these boules come in pre-cut halves, I figure I’ll sand 'em smooth, polish with cerium oxide, and maybe leave just a whisper of the tang exposed around the scales… y’know, in case it takes a tumble spine-first. Someone mentioned my stamped letters are crooked too, and yeah, they are. All the better. That’s not a flaw. That’s the human hand at work. I’ll post photos when it’s done, and y’all can let me know if the rubies helped or hurt. Either way, I’m going for it.