The original hardware on our built-in bedroom drawers were covered in so many layers of paint, it was impossible to tell what they were. I stripped the paint and discovered they were copper, but still darkly oxidized. So I cleaned them with ketchup (yes, ketchup) then shined them with a silver polishing cloth.
Like everything else in this house, they still have a distressed look, but I rather like it!
Gradually finishing up the details so we can move into the bedroom. I’m going to have to buy new window hardware; I tried to fix up the old, but it’s just too far gone. It’s not copper or brass, just pot metal, so I don’t feel too badly replacing it.
Earlier today I attended a Scriptwriter’s Network meeting. Patrick Horton was the speaker. Last time I heard him speak, I wasn’t quite ready to accept his advice (you pretty much have to rip your own guts out to write a good story). Today, it settled better with me. I think we all hear what we’re ready to learn. His message is that every story we write is somehow autobiographical, and once we get in touch with the journey we, as writers, need to make, we can write an authentic story that resonates with readers/viewers.