Gentle reader, you surely know my silver collection vastly outnumbers my free time for polishing - all part of the stresses of managing a household without staff. When I inherited my third tea set it became clear that the only solution was to have a daughter I could pay twenty give cents per item to clean. Tonight we found a blackened silver ring and one thing led to the other. Yes, I made young Abigail take off her shirt with the silver heart decal but, yes, she loved the grubby magic as much as I used to. Mom, we'll be over to dust the Chinese coffee table with the carving only little fingers can clean soon.
