Grandfather Clock

I found this sweet old clock at a flea market right at the first of the year.  It's so petite that I can carry it under one arm.  It's definitely old too.  Someone's social security number was etched in the back with a date that read circa 1920.  The clock was wood, but not a pretty kind of wood, probably from years of grime and wear.  

My husband came to the rescue with a couple coats of white paint.  I sanded her back a tiny bit to give her some character.  She still has a beautiful face.  Someone had replaced her mechanism with a battery operated one and it kept perfect time for the two weeks I had her.

After being photographed, she was whisked off to the Little French Flea Market warehouse where I sell some of my things and she was snatched up in a heartbeat.

It was easy to experience love at first sight with this beauty.  She was a rare find, and I'm glad someone else saw her beauty and uniqueness as quickly as I did.

She had simple, yet elegant detailing.  Here is a final glance at her before I said goodbye to her.

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