The teapot and the right stuff

The teapot was completely black. So black you’d never know it was made of silver. I’d tried cleaning it up a couple of times over the years, but the polish hadn’t worked. It was too far gone, I thought. 

But recently, during a cleaning spree in the garage, I discovered it in a battered box where I’d stashed it for the last ten years. I had a brief urge to clean it again but remembered how useless my polish had been. “Try this stuff instead,” my husband said, handing me a bottle of industrial boat polish. Bingo. This was the right stuff. With a few swipes, I had my teapot back—lovely, polished, useful, and gleaming in the morning sun. 

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