I have a beautiful clock which I rescued from the garage when I was a teenager. My grandad brought it with him when he came to live with us and my parents wouldn’t have it in the house. It bongs every 15 minutes and on the hour. My grandad bought it in a stately home sale, for my grandma, in the 30s, the clock is considerably older than that though. We had it restored a few years after we married and it sits in the hall on a set of drawers we bought especially for it, I love it.
Purely decorative has to be a sampler passed down through the family, it’s ancient and fraying at the edges. We had it framed by a specialist, fraying edges included. It hangs with a number of other embroideries, done by various family members, on the wall going up the stairs. I love that too.