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[entelein]

I was reorganizing the cutlery (fascinating, I know), when I came across a very pretty set of chopsticks. They're dark wood sticks, with squared-off grips in silver.

I dug out a soft white cloth, my bottle of silver polish, and set to removing the tarnish.

Ah, this is one inheritance that won't fly. There are monogrammed initials in the silver. Back into the black velvet bag they went, along with the silver rest. There's now a plastic bag full of Ex Odds and Ends, hanging on a hook of the hall tree.

At least my silverware drawer is neat and tidy, and the glass dishes my mom gave me are all washed and dried and stacked upin the cupboard.

There simply aren't enough hours in the day.

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[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

Yer know, I bet it'd be possible for an enterprising silversmith to burnish those initials out.

[entelein.livejournal.com]

Even though the ex left a gabillion things behind when he moved out, these chopsticks are from a good friend of both of ours, and it'd be sort of spitting in her face to do something like that to them.

I'd rather find my own fancy set, actually. :) These belong to the ex, and I don't mind giving them back to him.

But, it was a slightly tempting thought!

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

I bought a whole bunch of REALLY HEAVY SILVER -- like it's silver wire, right? only it's the diameter of my FINGER -- a couple years ago intending to hammer (forge) it into silver chopsticks and I never got around to it. Grumble. This reminds me that I need to get back to that project.