It's time to start polishing up a few things for the upcoming holiday, but I find that more and more I like my silver with a little tarnish.
The items put to actual use on the table will be given a soft gleam. The silver gravy dish and the flatware, for instance.
But a few others used merely for decoration will carry their muted amber and russet tones.
I love silverplated pieces with monograms the best. Such a mystery about them. But also the varied fonts can be so interesting.
I like the heft of the weightier vessels, and the intricate designs, and the romantic look of a collection of silver flickering in candlelight.
I tend to have too much of tarnished silver peeking out of boxes, drawers, and cupboards. I want to present it for sale all polished up and gleaming, I tell myself. But it is labour intensive and the last thing I ever get around to doing.
And it is often just too big a task deciding what to part with, and what to keep! This old creamer is never used for cream anymore these days, but wouldn't it be wonderful for holding extra spoons or sauce on a Thanksgiving table?
Or for pretending to be Lady Astor for a day? (Some days call for that.)
The recent news and gloomy afternoons have put me in a funk. One dark day can energize me, but more than that makes me eat and yawn too much. This is sunny New Mexico after all! And it's time for gearing up!
Time to select and ready the linen for the table. . . .
But my guests will like my new old shakers well enough just as they are.
Really, can one ever have too large a rugged shaker collection all lined up like so many rooks and pawns?
and hinting of some other life so much more exotic?
Musing is much more gratifying than blackening my hands with silver polish! Maybe I will go back to reading my novel for awhile, while waiting for the sun to come out again. (See what I mean?)
Hoping for brighter days ahead!
And wishing for a good week ahead for you!
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