Right. I know it crossed your mind, but no, I’m not dead, yet.
The past three years have been a bit of blur (yes, it has been three years since I posted — I know, I was shocked, too). And while I thought about writing a long, deeply moving, painfully revealing look at what’s been going on, that seemed hard.*
So I thought, “F*ck it, I’ll make a clock.”
You see, when I first started using a metal detector to explore the seven acre north Florida property Mr. Jivvy and I now call home, I had no idea what I would do with the rusted relics I found. To be fair, for most of what I find, “relic” is actually a bit fancy: discarded jar lids, food tins, and many items rusted beyond recognition.
But there are also a number of old machine parts — like the one that forms the body of this clock. I’m not sure what its original purpose was (I suspect an air filter cover of some sort), but the instant I saw it, I knew it was destined to become a clock.
And most everything you see in this clock was found in the new Jivvy family yard. There’s an old Clorox bottle lid, bits of screen, links from a chainsaw chain, and more. The pedestal is made from an old lawn mower blade adapter that could no longer perform its duties.
The heavily rusted bits received several coats of sealant – to both protect the surface texture and to increase stability.
(And because I hate touching rust nearly to the point of a phobia. Which Mr. Jivvy says makes me weird, but I think not hating to touch rust makes you weird, Mr. Jivvy.)
Yes, there are also a few objects thrown in from my art stash (such as the park bench in the upper right corner and the isinglass I stained to form the heart background).
Of course, I did some intentional cosmetic damage to the 1 1/16″ Mini clock insert, but it still keeps perfect time and is easily removable for battery changes.
And for anyone who is concerned, I promise you – no lady bugs were harmed in the creation of this clock. Which is not the same as saying, “I didn’t collect dead lady bugs, pluck out their guts, shellac their pretty bits, and use them in my clock project.”
Because, that’s kind of exactly what I did. And that’s okay, because I’m pretty sure Lady Bugs love being immortalized in art.
And when the clock won a prize, I thought, “hey, that’s something I could write about,” and here we are.
You’re all caught up now. You’re welcome.
PS: Dear Carolyn, my most faithful commenter, I hope you’re still out there. I almost posted when you came back from your hiatus, but everything I owned was in a box and I was much too cranky to post anything nice. But I missed you and noticed your return. <3
*Alright, here’s the short version: A little over three years ago, Mr. Jivvy and I:
- decided to sell our house;
- sold our house (eventually);
- moved a few hours north;
- rented a house while we looked for a house to buy — which, most assuredly, would NOT be a “project house”;
- bought the most projecty-project house EVER;
- spent six months making it livable;
- moved into the still-an-unfinished-project house;
- lived happily ever-after, never ever to move again. Ever.