The case of clearing and cleaning my gran's house continued yesterday, but this time it was without the vultures - a much more effective and worthwhile occurrence if I'm going to be truly blunt. Not only did things get sorted thoroughly but things got saved that might otherwise have been thrown away [see occurrence from last weekend somewhere scrolled further down this blog].
We'd been so clearly informed by the vultures that there really wasn't anything left in the attic after it had been re-insulated only a year or so before. Us being us, well that wasn't a line we were going to buy that easily. So once the ladders had been fixed in place and a head (my dad's) poked through the attic door a collection of boxes where only sat waiting to be uncovered. Pulled down from the darkness was to reveal my old mosses cot, old sleeping bags and wicker picnic hamper, two brownie cameras from pre 1935(ish), my granddads former 1942 Kershaw military WW2 binoculars and this randomly vintage clock.
It's geometry is somewhat art deco through its clearly marked lines and strong appearance. Set within its mahogany casing a regal brass face appears through its dusty glass plate. It's appearance is now somewhat marked through age, it's missing something from its base - a hidden compartment for its key perhaps? Its true age or even arrival within the family is unknown but its a clock which never as far as we know graced any mantelpiece. And now - many years one would think after it's construction, it's key is missing and so is it's pendulum, its chimes are lost.
It's face is what calls me, the format of the numbering reminds me some kinda Victorian letter-heading, something antique yet artistically formed in its black paint set against its brass plating.
Is it an ugly ducking however waiting to be restored? I love it's face, the box could be restored with a clean and fix, maybe even a key could be brought from somewhere and maybe one day it could chime again? Or is it just as my dad says - too bold and ugly?
We'd been so clearly informed by the vultures that there really wasn't anything left in the attic after it had been re-insulated only a year or so before. Us being us, well that wasn't a line we were going to buy that easily. So once the ladders had been fixed in place and a head (my dad's) poked through the attic door a collection of boxes where only sat waiting to be uncovered. Pulled down from the darkness was to reveal my old mosses cot, old sleeping bags and wicker picnic hamper, two brownie cameras from pre 1935(ish), my granddads former 1942 Kershaw military WW2 binoculars and this randomly vintage clock.
It's geometry is somewhat art deco through its clearly marked lines and strong appearance. Set within its mahogany casing a regal brass face appears through its dusty glass plate. It's appearance is now somewhat marked through age, it's missing something from its base - a hidden compartment for its key perhaps? Its true age or even arrival within the family is unknown but its a clock which never as far as we know graced any mantelpiece. And now - many years one would think after it's construction, it's key is missing and so is it's pendulum, its chimes are lost.
It's face is what calls me, the format of the numbering reminds me some kinda Victorian letter-heading, something antique yet artistically formed in its black paint set against its brass plating.Is it an ugly ducking however waiting to be restored? I love it's face, the box could be restored with a clean and fix, maybe even a key could be brought from somewhere and maybe one day it could chime again? Or is it just as my dad says - too bold and ugly?
Oh, I think it's lovely and worth restoring...or keeping as is, as a dramatic conversation piece?
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment...The clock is part of your past , its beauty is ' timeless'...
ReplyDeleteI think it is lovely, the numbering is so unusual. You will grow to love it i'm sure x
ReplyDeleteThanks once again for taking the time to comment. x
ReplyDeleteSomething that has survived this long, shunned to the darkness of a nearly forgotten attic for a time, yet not destroyed completely, certainly deserves to be given a second chance at life.
ReplyDeleteWishing you a serene and wonderful month of October, sweet dear,
♥ Jessica
Thank you sweets for your lovely comments. Well to update - the clock is being carefully stored away till either my parents find the room [which at this rate I highly doubt] or I get a place for my own and i adopt it for myself! It certainly won't be getting thrown out that is for sure.
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