Brass Polish


 A vague memory kept trying to surface all the while I was polishing these brass do-hickeys.  And then I remembered those months, 35 or so years ago, polishing the brass each evening in the bar of the pizza parlor where I had worked.  I’ve polished 65 of these now in the house we are fixing up to rent out.  Have another 20 to go in the adjacent studio apartment.  My hands and fingers are so stiff and sore, I may not be able to work on my cross stitch sampler tonight while watching Revenge. Not!

Cabinets looking almost as good as new.



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