A sister smiles when one tells one's stories,
for she knows where the decoration has been added.

...or, more likely, where the bodies have been buried:). My poor, fabulous sisters have had a lifetime of smiling at me, quietly shaking their heads.

Metal clay myth number 9 million, 9 hundred can't get a liver of sulfur patina on unbrushed silver. This interior was not brass brushed. It takes on a beautiful golden colour....always. Ohhhhh.....I've tempted the LOS gods again:)

p.s. The photos were not retouched. NO PASTE was used in this project....and you can't see the joint! I rest my case...AGAIN:)

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