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Feb. 11th, 2003 01:47 amI 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.
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.
