Last year, Andrew and the kids gave me this clock. I love it. It came from one of my favourite stores. There is one problem, though. Unless you are standing right in front of it, it's possible to read the time. The black hands blend in the black metal spokes. A can of paint to the rescue.
I painted the hands with some paint that the previous home owners left in the basement. An improvement, for sure, but too light. Enter some other paint that I had lying around.