I suppose this post and its content is more about tarnish than I originally intended. It was my intent to be back to my routines and dealing with other issues in the process. Well, there is much more to do than I anticipated. Removing the tarnish of the last days of my life is really not optional, it is a necessity. The silver will get polished, but not today. I will cook a meal, today. I am moving my sewing studio, again. While the space is not perfect, it has no windows, it will do. When he has time, Dear Older Son will update the lighting. It is a basement room that has seen many uses, a playroom, a storage room, an office, now it will be a sewing space. I will try to photograph the process. I am still working on a plan. So much stuff to move. I am also considering a purge. Mmmm, where to start? I have to do some laundry and ironing, Husband is starting to whine. So, now, I am going to restart, again.
Normally, my halls would be decked, the tress up and sparkling, gift baskets all staged, pre-wrapped and ready for the insertion of the final baked goods. The truth is that there are two wreaths on the front door, a lovely memorial wind chime on the porch, and my precious nativity set in the living room. That's enough. It is still Christmas and the meaning of Christmas for me is the same, despite the circumstance. Everything else is fluff.
I had planned to polish the antique Sheffeld Silver tea set at the last minute this year because it tarnishes with the blink of an eye. I didn't, I'm not going to. Instead, I will let it twinkle, tarnish and all, in its cabinet.
This set was an Anniversary gift from Husband (always a great gifter) during my "Silver Phase." I found it on Ebay, shipped from the UK, according to the seller provenance dated it late 1890's. The small creamer is missing its lid as is the discharge pot. Otherwise it is charming. After I get to that cupboard and polish my fingers to the bone, I will reintroduce this set. The tray behind the pot is normally used for appetizers for large dinners. I will give it a rest this year.
Normally, my halls would be decked, the tress up and sparkling, gift baskets all staged, pre-wrapped and ready for the insertion of the final baked goods. The truth is that there are two wreaths on the front door, a lovely memorial wind chime on the porch, and my precious nativity set in the living room. That's enough. It is still Christmas and the meaning of Christmas for me is the same, despite the circumstance. Everything else is fluff.
I had planned to polish the antique Sheffeld Silver tea set at the last minute this year because it tarnishes with the blink of an eye. I didn't, I'm not going to. Instead, I will let it twinkle, tarnish and all, in its cabinet.
During my "Silver Phase" I was thrilled all the elaborate sterling and silver plate on the market from about 2003 to 2005. Since I had inherited some charming Victorian furniture and serve-ware, it seemed natural to add to it. To "round out" the collection so to speak.
I still appreciate it beauty, its craftsmanship, etc., the polishing is getting to be a pain though. I need hired help!
I did have time to read through some of my Google Reader and came upon a funny piece written on the Generation Q Blog. For established quilters it explains a lot about the angst of the newbies, for other beginners it will offer a look into another new quilters process. Entertaining, insightful and distracting.
Here is the link.
http://generationqmagazine.com/
Gratuity Moment: a young writer whose humor reminded me I still have much to do, much to say and time is wasting.
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