My grandmother always had this thing about time. She always would have at least one clock in every room, which is strange considering whenever she had to be anywhere, she was always late. “Better to make an entrance” is what she always said, yet you would never know that was her philosophy because looking around you would automatically assume that being on time was important to her. Of course it was the opposite of that, she would take her time to get ready and to get somewhere, because she felt like she had all the time in the world.
Clocks seem to have one of those two effects on people, either they make you feel rushed, or the time just makes you feel like you have all the time in the world. I am the opposite of her, I look at a clock when I need to be somewhere and I feel rushed. I start hurrying around and getting everything ready that needs to be, and in the end something is usually messed up because I rushed.
Just because I am not like her when it comes to time, doesn’t mean I am not like her when it comes to clocks. I think clocks make an interesting piece of furniture, or art, however you want to put it. I would love to own a grandfather clock one day. I think that is the ultimate tribute to the time we have left and the time that has already passed. How can you not look at a Howard Miller clock and not be in awe of their beauty?