I had no idea what this was when I saw it on a miscellaneous table at a garage sale; sometime the objects surrounding give a clue; not this time. I had to inquire.
The side view was as interesting as the front. At this point it reminded me of something nautical.
It was solid to the touch. Worthwhile. Weighty.
I had just come from a garage sale where the person did not know what an item was or where it had come from and seemed a bit cagey about my inquiries (this happens often enough to make me increasingly curious about the whys and leads to some interesting speculation in the weekly church sale line-ups).
However the seller knew exactly what this item was. A pocket watch stand!
Well, being immersed in Downton Abbey, film and book, I could immediately 'see' that stand on one of the gentlemen's bureaus.
"Are you interested?" the seller asked as I was admiring it.
I told him I had no use for it but it was very lovely and likely had quite the history.
Then he gave it to me.
I accepted it with gratitude, saying I was not sure what I would do with it beyond admiring it, thinking that perhaps this was yet another incidence of being a 'catalyst'. He said that was fine.
It sat in the living room for a few weeks, being admired …. waiting ……
It was waiting for me!
The pocket watch without its band (I forget what happened to it; have some notion that I also got it at a garage sale years ago without a band) which has been leaning against the kitchen window for years, suddenly ticked or blinked or whatever watches do to catch one's attention and….. some black twine got attached as a hanger ….. it now 'stands out'.