I will say that I think Lydia's experience was probably more enjoyable, because she had two toddlers quite willing to do her ketchupy bidding. I however, do NOT like gooey things on my fingers. Like, I wash my hands at least five times whenever kneading dough because I can't stand the dry yet sticky gooeyness on my fingers. Yeah I know. I'm a weird wimp. But back to the ketchup polish. It also requires a good deal of scrubbing and buffing with the paper towel, and for some reason I had thought that I could just squirt the ketchup onto the silver, let it sit for a half hour, and then just wipe the red goo away to reveal silvery glossiness. No such luck. I had to scrub and buff and scrub and buff. The tarnish eventually wore off to reveal some shiny silver, but not quick enough for my over-busy, somewhat impatient self. I finally squirted some vinegar into a small bowl and splashed some salt in with it to finish up the polishing. The trouble with that is I had to have the right proportion of vinegar to salt so that I wouldn't scratch the silver. (at that point I was thinking, 'You know, self, it would have been soooooo much simpler to just go to the store and pick up some silver polish! But oh no, we had to take out our stress on all of our cooking supplies and a poor worn out set of silver!')
We had yet ANOTHER event at church this last week. I tell ya, I see the fruit of such things. There's definite benefits to it. Things happen as a result. But they are EXHAUSTING! The good news with this event was that the drama was very minimal and the spiritual warfare was not nearly intense, and we still had some good fruit. However all of last week was pretty much consumed with purchasing door prizes, coordinating with hostesses, cooking, cleaning off the china, and trying not to panic when a few people had to back out of responsibilities due to various reasons. And then it hit me: I forgot to polish my silver sugar and creamer service! It was late Friday afternoon when it hit me, and I was NOT about to go BACK to the store for the billionth time to get some silver polish. And I had no idea how much such things cost. Either I could get it for a song or have to pledge my first child, and I wasn't in the mood to find out. So I did the only rational thing a semi-crunchy homeschool graduate woman could do: I grabbed the bottle of Ketchup from the refrigerator, a handful of paper towels and the silver and headed to the porch. My husband saw me out of the corner of his eye and started laughing. "What are you DOING?" he asked, with a hint of, 'The stress has finally gotten to her. My wife has just snapped.' in his voice. "I saw it on Lydia's Blog. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" I called over my shoulder. (to read her article on the matter, click here) I will say that I think Lydia's experience was probably more enjoyable, because she had two toddlers quite willing to do her ketchupy bidding. I however, do NOT like gooey things on my fingers. Like, I wash my hands at least five times whenever kneading dough because I can't stand the dry yet sticky gooeyness on my fingers. Yeah I know. I'm a weird wimp. But back to the ketchup polish. It also requires a good deal of scrubbing and buffing with the paper towel, and for some reason I had thought that I could just squirt the ketchup onto the silver, let it sit for a half hour, and then just wipe the red goo away to reveal silvery glossiness. No such luck. I had to scrub and buff and scrub and buff. The tarnish eventually wore off to reveal some shiny silver, but not quick enough for my over-busy, somewhat impatient self. I finally squirted some vinegar into a small bowl and splashed some salt in with it to finish up the polishing. The trouble with that is I had to have the right proportion of vinegar to salt so that I wouldn't scratch the silver. (at that point I was thinking, 'You know, self, it would have been soooooo much simpler to just go to the store and pick up some silver polish! But oh no, we had to take out our stress on all of our cooking supplies and a poor worn out set of silver!') The good news is that all the experimenting was non-toxic and au natural. And used up some ready-to-hit-their-expiration-date items in my fridge and pantry. It would have helped if I had been willing to dedicate 15 minutes to pure buffing of the ketchup like Lydia prescribed, but I was stressed so my ADD was kicking in full swing. And the ladies sitting at my tea table didn't seem to notice or care, so it really didn't matter anyway! At some point when I have nothing to do and am bored (HA!) I'll probably pull out whats left of the ketchup and give it another go as there are still some spots that need polishing. However I was quite pleased with the result irregardless: The Tea Party went really well also. Several ladies came up and thanked me for putting it together, which is a definite FIRST. I honestly thought it was going to be a disaster, but it all ran smoothly. We had cool door prizes, our guest speaker moved most of the ladies to tears with her powerful testimony, the food was delicious and it looked like everyone had nice conversations while they sipped their tea. One little wizened lady (who has kept me sane throughout most of the events at this church and threatened to spank me if I canceled this one) said as we were cleaning up, "Well, this was fun. Lets do another one in the fall. But we should decorate with hay bales and forget all this china stuff!" Heehee. Well.. maybe... but if we do a hoedown then we'll have to invite the guys!
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