Tick Tock

Once upon a time, there was a clock. A beautiful clock. It hung on our living room wall since before I was born. My parents had bought it in Solvang many years ago; my dad says they got it on their honeymoon and my mom says she doesn't remember one way or another (lol). As a child, the clock was hung high up above my reach, but I remember always looking up at it and thinking that it was the most amazing clock there ever was. I loved the bright red color, the cool mushroom outside of the little chalet, and of course, the little boy and girl that told the weather. I loved that clock.

Ok. Now fast forward to present day, semi-grown-up Rachel. My mom and I took a little trip and stopped by Solvang last March and as we perused the shops, we came across a shop that sold the very same clock! Well...close to it. It had the same bright red trim, the little boy and girl, and even the same adorable mushroom! I had to have it, so now I do! It hangs in my bedroom and everytime I see it, it makes me happy. Also, when my nephews come over, I see them go over to my clock and look at it. And what do they notice? The bright red color, the little boy and girl, and, of course, the mushroom! I love it!

So, when I move away...potentially far away from my amazing family (*tears*), I'll be glad to know that I will still carry with me a little tangible piece of home.

This is the clock that started it all and...
















...this is my new clock!