One of the rings that I have belonged to my dad. It's his birthstone ring. I guess it was the "thing" back then to have a birthstone ring? I'm not sure. But he was born in October and his birthstone is Tourmaline. I had no idea what it was called, I had to google it. But it's the pinkish/purple stone.
I've had this ring in my jewelry box for years and never thought much about it. It was tarnished beyond recognition and until recently, I had no idea how to "fix" it.
I have a few pieces from Tiffany that I love, love, love but always hated the polishing that is required weekly. Hello, Joy! Meet silver cleaner! Call me stupid, but I had never seen such a thing! One quick dunk in this nasty-smelling stuff and ta-da! Beautiful.
Today, I was going through my jewelry to get rid of the stuff that I know I won't wear anymore and looked at dad's ring again. Then it dawned on me that I could try the miracle silver cleaner to see if it would come clean. And, it did.
It took a little bit of elbow grease and Q-tips but the tarnish came off. And then I polished it with my Tiffany polishing cloth and it's restored shine!
Unfortunately, I never did see it in it's "like new" condition, but I can imagine that it looks pretty similar to the way it does today. I'm pretty proud of myself! I brought it back to life!
I called mom to see if there was some super cool story behind this ring, but she couldn't remember. She does know that it was a gift to him pre-high school years and that he never would wear it because it was "girly" with the pink-ish stone. Understandably so. Good call, dad.
But I'm so very thrilled that I have it now and have restored the silver back to wearable condition.
I may not wear it everyday, but wearing it today makes me so proud. I'm so proud to be wearing something of his. Wish he was here to see it!
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