Somebody, presumably a child, had colored in some of the grout lines with a blue, ball-point pen. I used some Goof Off and a 3M scrubbing pad and it came off nicely. The dish reminds me of a clock I picked up at a thrift store a few months ago:
This same clock hung in our kitchen growing up.
The dish has found a home on one of our side tables, but I have yet to find a home for the clock. The problem with vintage electric clocks, particularly wall clocks, is you need to find an outlet to plug them in. Unless I run another outlet higher on the wall, this clock will remain homeless.
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