A Wonderfully Awful Decision

Today I hung a clock in my kitchen that is a drastic mismatch to the new colors of the little room. It is such a contrast that it works perfectly. Oddly enough the gold plays off that bamboo-base to the floor, as well as the warm colors in the wood countertop, plus there are purple grapes embroidered into the face as well as a few shades of green.

But what compelled me to hang it here is not only is it a clock I recall from my pre-teen-kitchen memories, but it is an extremely rare collaborative effort of my mother and daddy - he made the clock and she appliqued and embroidered the face.

Now ... back to my crocheting ...