I had a nice kitchen clock from my neighbor. I went down to her place to grab a cup of coffee, saw the clock, commented on how cute it was, and later in the evening when I was up in my apartment again, she sent me a text, telling me to go check outside my door. The clock was waiting for me there.
I still think it's cute. Both the generosity my friend showed me, and the clock itself. However, pretty soon we noticed a problem. We just couldn't always tell the time, the black hands disappeared at times, and left us wondering "is that the hands or is it just the Eiffel tower?".
We talked about just painting those goddam' hands, and today when my significant other was helping our daughter with her acrylic paints as she was turning a piece of paper into one of her famous works of art, he mentioned it again. Paint!
And then I saw it. Polish. "I can paint those hands with my nail polish!" C'mon, I have plenty of colors to choose from, and I won't be able to use it all during this lifetime anyway, not even if I continue to spread my manicure loving among my friends.
We debated on what color to use to really see those darn hands no matter the dimness of our kitchen lights, and after slipping over one matching the prominent purple ornament on the clock, I landed on one that would light up the entire kitchen all by itself.
LA Girl Disco Inferno, from their Disco Brites collection. If I get myself a blacklight, I'll be able to see them hands glowing... But for them to really glow, and show, I did a messy coating of white prior to the awesomesauce super bright coral-pink-red.
Now the clock has made it safe back onto the kitchen wall, above the shelf that is harboring my pityful little collection of cook books.
We no longer have a problem detecting the hands.
Swedish word of the day:
klocka -noun clock
For obvious reasons.