My paternal grandmother stitched this clock from a kit many years ago. It’s spent most of the past decade carefully packed away in a box since it was damaged. It had fallen on the floor when someone brushed against it, shattering the glass and mangling the frame. A few weeks ago I found it as I was making sure I had found all the boxes with photos. Instead of putting it away, I carried it to Jack and asked if he could glue the frame back together. It took him about 20 minutes.
The clock originally had a cord to supply electricity to the workings, but the cord had been cut at some point. Rather than try to repair it, I went to Michaels and bought a battery operated clock kit. The brass hands in the kit didn’t show up very well across the room, so Jack sprayed the hands with Copper Rustoleum. Without the flare of the camera flash, the hands are about the same color as the Roman numerals.
I am very happy to have the clock working again, hung on the wall in a low-traffic area.