As a child, I was never good at following directions.
Funny thing is, I’m still not.
A week or so ago, I made a trip to the Wal Mart. It’s not often that I get to leisurely walk around the store and actually shop without kids begging to go look at toys, anxiously needing to pee or pestering me about leaving. On this particular trip, I had peace and quiet and time to look.
Among other things, I was shopping for a can of jewelry cleaner because my silver jewelry was in need of a good cleaning. I looked over the choices and chose this.
I returned home late that evening to a quiet house. All three of my fellas were in bed and I had quite a few groceries to unload and put up. I took the jewelry cleaner into the bathroom and dropped three pieces of the sterling silver jewelry I was wearing into the cleaner. I returned to the kitchen to put up the remaining items. After that, I checked facebook and read a little before making my way to bed.
When I woke up the next morning, I went into the bathroom and saw the jewelry cleaner on the counter. It dawned on me that I had gone to bed without removing the jewelry from the cleaner. I quickly unscrewed the lid and retrieved the white plastic pan from the liquid. My beloved sterling silver Tiffany’s bracelet now looked like an old nasty piece of chain that had been out in the sun and rain for lots of years. My stomach sank and a single tear fell down my cheek.
How could I be so irresponsible?
The other two pieces didn’t look great, but they were cheaper, less sentimental pieces that could be easily replaced. The Tiffany’s bracelet was a gift from McDaddy several years ago, and I wear it almost everyday.
I snatched the can up and read the instructions on the back of the container. In bold letters, the instructions plainly state to drop jewelry in the cleaner for NO MORE than ten seconds at a time.
My jewelry, sat in that can, captive for about ten hours.
I was sick, people.
And I had no one to blame but my stupid self.
I had a good cry.
I sat down on my bed and did what I do when I need to do something. I called the number on the back of the cleaner.
After explaining my stupidity to the receptionist, I was transferred to a gentleman in customer service. I cried as I explained what I had done and asked if there was anything that could be done to restore the luster of the metal. He asked what type of jewelry I had placed in the cleaner and I told him about my beloved Tiffany’s bracelet. He said something about Tiffany’s putting a special coating on their jewelry to protect it and probably what I was seeing was a reaction to the coating and not the metal. I hoped with everything in me that this cat wasn’t feeding me a line of bull. He was a kind gentleman who quickly took my name and address and said he would send me out some products that should help.
All I could do was wait.
Two days later, I received this in the mail:
and also this:
I sliced that box open and pulled the jewelry wipes out of that container. It took a SWEET FOREVER, but eventually my Tiffany’s bracelet was shiny once again. I then took the wipes to the chain and the silver key charm that had been in the cleaner. To my surprise, they were both restored, as well. I have since used the wipes and the cloth on the jewelry that I wear every single day.
They all look wonderful.
GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE works for me and so I just had to share this. The events in this post happened exactly as I have reported them. I was not asked or compensated in any way to write this post.
This post is linked to Works For Me Wednesday over at We Are THAT Family.