This is our cringey yet kitschy-fabulous Canadian clock. To call it thrifted is a bit of a stretch, but it’s a second hand find none-the-less.
{Enter dream sequence…} a couple of years ago when we lived on the outskirts of Dublin, our neighbour’s mom found this clock on top of their kitchen cupboard. They weren’t too impressed by the overwhelming tack of it, so our neighbour’s son suggested handing it over to my broseph, since we were the Canadians in town. And there it sat. In my brothers room on his couch. For ages. Until I got fed up, took it from him, cleaned it, lovingly stuffed it with batteries and fully appreciated it in all it’s kitschy glory.
I’m not sure of the hands-holding-the-holy-bible and 1993 significance, but it’s got just the right amount of awfully awesome so it’s staying, gleefully hanging in our bedroom for the time being, reminding me of home. In a weird way.
Nice Story Alex!
Although, I believe that could be a third-hand clock for you as my parents could have bought it in some market stall in the late 90's, haha!
Let the legacy of the 'Canadian Bible 1993' clock continue…
Thanks Chad! Too true, it's probably a seventh-hand clock at this stage. But not to worry, it won't stray any further.
Hmmmm you certainly have a mystery on your hands there in regards to the 'Canadian Bible 1993' clock'. Sometimes I think the stories behind the items are what draw me in.
That's what I love best about some of my favourite things in our home – the stories that come with them 🙂
Maybe it's not a year but a Bible passage: 19 book, ninth chapter, third version? Either that or this was some kind of count down to Armageaddon clock.
Ahaha, best. I hope to christ the batteries don't run out.
Was your neighbour's mom involved in some sort of missionary adventure to bring religion to the unexplored wilderness of Canada?
Either way it's hilarious. I would probably turn it into a DIY personally – taking the bible off and giving it a good coat of paint.
Glad it reminds you of here though 🙂
Now that I think of it, it's weird since my natural instinct when I come across something that tacky would to be revamp it. But I adore how awful it is.
Our neighbours were Muslim, so they weren't displaying it with as much tacky-enthusiasm as I am.