Oh, Val - my very first job was at an Eva Gabor Wig Salon, where on some nights it was so slow - malls on Monday nights are typically empty - there would be quite literally nothing to do.

So one night, having called everyone who had an order in, having neatened everything that could be neatened, etc., I decided to clean the chandelier. As soon as I got a chair to stand on, it was obvious no one had done so in a looooooooong time. I probably used half a bottle of Windex, one squirt at a dangling crystal at a time, and told myself I would never own a chandelier of my own unless I was wealthy enough to pay someone else to clean it!

Your is lovely, so pretty. Has Doogie discovered it yet?