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todayiamadaisyWhen I was little, there was an ad on TV for a product called Tarn Off. It was a bottle of cleaning fluid, and in the ad a glamorous lady in a lovely blue dress had a pile of tarnished jewellery and what not, and she would dip each item half into a bowl of Tarn Off, and hold it up to show the half clean, half tarnished brass coaster or whatever. I wanted nothing more than a bottle of Tarn Off. Why, if I had a bottle of Tarn Off, I would be the happiest child in all the world! But my mother refused to buy it, stating (correctly) that I would leave a trail of half-dipped spoons around the house. To this day, I think about Tarn Off more often than you'd expect.
This week, for instance, I found myself thinking about Tarn Off when I went to get a silver chain necklace I haven't worn for a while, and found it was discoloured. If only there was a product that I could dip it into to clean it! You can still get Tarn Off, apparently, but I just used bicarb soda and boiling water and the necklace cleaned up beautifully.
Next problem, though: I hang all my necklaces on a miniature (30cm high) silver hatstand that I inherited from my grandmother, but they somehow manage to tangle themselves up. They seem to be hanging there, motionless, but when you turn your back, they knot themselves together. You can't wear just one of us, they say, you'll have to wear us all at once. I searched for "jewellery storage ideas" and this was one of the first things that came up. So I bought one and it arrived on Friday and I have spent far more time than I should admit sliding it along the clothes rack in my wardrobe to look at one side and then the other. I am so easily entertained.
This week is also the start of the very short period that achachas are available in the supermarket. I bought a bagful, as I always do whenever I see them. I'm apparently the only one, because the kids at the supermarket checkout have never seen them before. Today's checkout assistant was a teenage boy who looked at them curiously and asked what they were. I told him and he poked at the touch screen before saying in triumph, "There they are!"
Finally, this week I went to the theatre. The theatre has a new policy of allowing people to take glasses of wine in with them. I don't know why this annoys me as much as it does. I mean, you can buy water and snacks at the bar and take them in with you. Why should the glasses of wine you buy at the same bar be any different? Maybe it was the smell, just because I'm not used to smelling it in the theatre. (I don't like the smell of popcorn either.)
PS: Tarn Off! (Why did she let all her silverware get into that state in the first place?)
This week, for instance, I found myself thinking about Tarn Off when I went to get a silver chain necklace I haven't worn for a while, and found it was discoloured. If only there was a product that I could dip it into to clean it! You can still get Tarn Off, apparently, but I just used bicarb soda and boiling water and the necklace cleaned up beautifully.
Next problem, though: I hang all my necklaces on a miniature (30cm high) silver hatstand that I inherited from my grandmother, but they somehow manage to tangle themselves up. They seem to be hanging there, motionless, but when you turn your back, they knot themselves together. You can't wear just one of us, they say, you'll have to wear us all at once. I searched for "jewellery storage ideas" and this was one of the first things that came up. So I bought one and it arrived on Friday and I have spent far more time than I should admit sliding it along the clothes rack in my wardrobe to look at one side and then the other. I am so easily entertained.
This week is also the start of the very short period that achachas are available in the supermarket. I bought a bagful, as I always do whenever I see them. I'm apparently the only one, because the kids at the supermarket checkout have never seen them before. Today's checkout assistant was a teenage boy who looked at them curiously and asked what they were. I told him and he poked at the touch screen before saying in triumph, "There they are!"
Finally, this week I went to the theatre. The theatre has a new policy of allowing people to take glasses of wine in with them. I don't know why this annoys me as much as it does. I mean, you can buy water and snacks at the bar and take them in with you. Why should the glasses of wine you buy at the same bar be any different? Maybe it was the smell, just because I'm not used to smelling it in the theatre. (I don't like the smell of popcorn either.)
PS: Tarn Off! (Why did she let all her silverware get into that state in the first place?)