Thanks for the pictures and stories, Primble-- well done.
I'll return to some of the above soon, but for now thought I should offer some clarification.
Gary showing off his master sharpening skills:
Sarah paying close attention to the details:
Great pics everyone. From what I saw, everyone had a great time. I know I did.
I just hope Sarah makes a speedy and full recovery from her traumatic experience. I'm still having nightmares from having witnessed it...
What????? Is Sarah okay? Can someone PM me and let me know if she is alright???
Ohh noo !! What happened ? Don't leave us hanging !!
Don't worry, Sarah is fine. No injury. It was one of those "you had to be there" moments.
At an event like this, and especially on the porch there at GEC, a lot of the fun is sharing knives and knowledge, taking knives in hand to admire and then handing them back or to the next person, etc. Up until this point, all such interactions had been marked by politeness and protocol.
As per the above pictures, Gary Graley brought his sharpening supplies along and very graciously spent time sharpening others' knives, explaining his technique as he did so.
After sharpening one of my knives for me, Gary asked me to choose another that
I was willing to learn with, inviting me to use his materials as he watched and gave input. I jumped at the chance, determined to "get it." There's nothing like a hands-on opportunity with a knowledgeable guide, looking at the same thing together and discussing how to gauge progress and proceed all along the way. (Thanks, Gary!)
I spent a good looooooong time on my clip knife's blade, going slowly, watching the bevel oh-so-carefully, with evidence that I need to become both more consistent with the Right Things and more confident-- in that order. Translation: I went way slower than Gary, but was definitely making progress.
So there I was on the porch, a good hour or more in(!), determined to finish what I'd begun while Gary was there to help me see it through to good result.
Suddenly, with Gary gone for the moment and PWork nearby, an older gentleman I've never seen before appeared in front of us and started commenting on my progress and asking questions-- as many had before him. When he asked to see my knife, I handed it to him. He peered at the blade, then pulled out some mystery-made diamond metal plates and said they were better and faster than what I was using, etc. He held my knife out in front of him with the edge upwards to demonstrate how, if it were he, he would hold the blade still and bring the metal plate across the edge, saying, "I shouldn't sharpen your knife" while making the sharpening motions in the air above it.
AND THEN HE DID SO DRAG THE METAL PLATE ACROSS THE EDGE ON EACH SIDE QUICKLY TWO TO THREE TIMES, SCRRAA!@#$%%^&&KKKKTCCCH!*!&^@*^&@, AND HANDED MY KNIFE BACK TO ME.
"There. Now it's sharper."
When Gary returned soon after to cheerfully ask how it was going, he discovered me staring at my knife in stunned silence, PWork with his head down.
Yeah, you probably had to have been there to understand the full horror, or at least, horror within the context of trusting knife lovers who respect one another's cutlery. I still can't believe it happened, or that I sat there and let it. It was just so sudden, so unimaginably unexpected, and counter to any bit of manners I've unknowingly counted on all this time.
[PWork, I'm sure glad you were there, to confirm (and decompress from!) the event with me in the aftermath. Your description of its being like watching a wrecking ball come at your head, knowing what it was but being frozen in place, was very apt!]
No, the knife was not "sharper."
I was suddenly Done; Gary graciously repaired the edge for me.
We made a memory.
~ P.