Well after hearing from someone who knows about metalworking, I spent a couple of hours of sanding. I got my deadname removed from the knife my grandfather made me. And I even got the blade looking…decent. But now there’s a SUPER obvious difference between my work and my grandfather’s.
I have no idea what my grandfather would have thought of me being a girl now, but I KNOW he wouldn’t tolerate sloppy work.
So I still have some more work to do.
(Ignore my room in the background. I know it’s messy.)