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How Not to Clean your Jewelry
I can still remember sitting in a chemistry class, so bored that I was supporting my increasingly heavy head on the heel of my left hand, when I got a whiff of the most disgusting odour.http://www.luxuryguccionline.com/ , I looked at the classmate to my left, from where the smell seemed to be emanating. He was an immaculately turned out pupil who smelled more of soap than, well, soap did. The culprit lay closer to home. I gazed down at my wrist. A quick sniff of my watch strap, and I nearly gagged. A few weeks of washing-up at home without bothering to take my watch off had taken its toll. My watch-strap, and particularly the thin rungs that connected the strap to the watch, reeked of rotting detergent and semi-dissolved food particles. It was as though the dog had thown up on my wrist. I was in need of a strong chemical to neutralize the smell. I was in need of a jewelry cleaner. Professionals can clean any item of jewelry. It can be a tricky task to find the right cleaning tool/chemical combo to get the job done, but an indepth knowledge of gems, metals and stones enables the professional to come up with the right solution every time. However, for a gangly, acne-ridden 15-year-old school boy, taking a minging watch to the jewelers would have been a devastating experience. I might as well have donned a sack-cloth and walked around ringing a bell and intoning 'Unclean! ' to warn my classmates away.
I had no choice. I had to do it at home. You might well come across articles that warn of the 'risks' associated with certain types of jewelry cleaner. By 'risks, ' such articles probably mean the risk to the jewelry. Nobody seems to be worried about the risks to the person whose wrist its wrapped around. In fact, the dangers I was about to face were manifold.
The Search for the Perfect Polish
At lunchtime, I gathered together the change to be used in the school canteen for lunch along with a little more I'd saved up from my dinner money that term and hurried into town. Rather than go to the jewelry store in the centre of town where I'd risk drawing attention to myself and my school uniform - wandering around town at lunchtime was strictly forbidden - I went into the hardware store on the outskirts. There, after a quick search amongst the dusty shelves, I found what I was looking for - an industrial strength metal polish. I made it back to school just before the start of the next class. I'd missed lunch, but I didn't care. I had my jewelry cleaner safely ensconced in the depths of my pealing addidas bag.
After school, I went straight out into the garden shed holding my gleaming tin of polish in one hand and my watch at arms length in the other. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness, then I unscrewed the lid. Immediately I was engulfed by a invisible cloud of pungent fumes. This stuff was powerful!
