In a blogging universe where everybody is trying to outdo each other in chic, trendy, or beautiful accessories for the home, I am posting pics of the wall clock that my better half brought home today. Tres chic, n’est-ce pas?
It’s not for our home and houseboat, thankfully…Kris needed a wall clock for his sailboat, to time his sextant shots with; the last clock he had melted when some molten steel from his above-deck welding dripped into the boat and set the bed, and then the built-in furniture, on fire. That wall clock, amazingly, still works…but the face is black beyond reading, and it is shaped like a Dali timepiece, now. A tribute to the resilience of Time.
Enter Strawberry Soda clock. The elbowed straw sticking out at the top has its own battery, so that it can wave left-right-left, in time with the tick-tocking of the second hand. The pink beverage this box is supposed to contain has a shelf life of 180 months, and besides being “vacuumize” and “Appetizing”, is also “conceivable”. Well, that explains China’s population, right there.
Ugliness beyond belief, but it was the only large wall clock he could find in a hurry, and he paid all of $8 for it. You get what you pay for, I mumbled. (Terry Pratchett would counter “You get what you deserve.”) I was compelled to photograph it; I don’t think I’ve seen any home accessory so ghastly in my life. I can’t believe it’s ours. In a funny way, I feel proud. I’ll betcha Design*Sponge hasn’t got one of these!
But Kris couldn’t stand it either, and he cracked the straw off…says he will paint the box white, tomorrow. So these may be the last Strawberry Soda Wall Clock photographs the world will ever see. Naturally I just had to share them with you. Now isn’t that special?
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ive me some white encre de Chine ink and a dip pen with a fine steel mapping nib; pour me a cup of black coffee (*thank you, my darling*), then shut the door to my studio softly…and I will very happily doodle bits of lace and doily loveliness for the rest of the day. I love this sort of mindless doodling…a dozen loops, a picot, a scallop or three…


