I don’t know if I can do the sheer awesomeness of this moment justice right now because I just spent the better part of an hour with the blades of a fan that hasn’t been dusted in, oh, probably a decade, shoved down my shirt and I’m feeling a little itchy.
Guys, whatever it is that compels me to come up with these, uh, creative solutions to hanging and removing light fixtures by myself? It’s not logic, but dammed if it isn’t effective.
Here’s what I want to share with you so much that I’m delaying a much-needed shower for another ten minutes…
That is a room. In my house. That contains actual furniture, and no sawdust. (It also contains a ladder, apparently, which is such a normal part of the landscape in my house that I don’t even think to move it for “after” pictures.)
Mind you, it’s not the final furniture, and the room is far from finished, but 1.) it has the feel of a place that an actual sane person might spend time in, and 2.) it has an effing Christmas Tree. I don’t know how I managed to pick a tree that is almost wider than it is tall, or how I got it in the house, or what magical forces are keeping it upright in the tree stand, but it’s there.
No doubt the parlor is going to go through several iterations before it really feels like my space, but since I basically want to spend all of my time in there now, the one thing it definitely needed was a working light fixture. The one shown above is my favorite thing ever to have a lightbulb screwed into it, but it was just a little too big for this space. Since I’m seriously considering building my own fixture for this room, but wanted to have working lights in there sometime before 2013, I decided to stick one of the fixtures I brought from Memorial up in here temporarily.
Here’s another shot…
You may remember it from the glorious slice of heaven that was the Memorial Beachy Bathroom…
(Incidentally, that bathroom is going to make its debut in an article for Better Homes & Gardens soon– maybe in another issue or two. I keep forgetting to re-subscribe to the magazine so if anyone sees it, let me know.)
Anyway, back to rooms in houses that I actually still own, the capiz shell chandy totally changes the feel of the parlor. It’s a little fancier, and I don’t mind it for now, but I’ll likely move back towards that iron/industrial look I love in the end, and that chandelier will move up to the yet-unstarted master bedroom.
And, since I was playing musical chairs with the fixtures anyway, I figured I might as well give the big Weathervane chandelier a try in the kitchen, which has been sporting an awesomely ugly fan since I moved in.
Fan? I am in awe of how ugly you are.
I tend to feel like the hours after midnight are an exceptionally good time to balance on top of a step-stool, on top of my kitchen table, in the dark. Right?
So. You can see why I basically had to wrap the fan around myself to hold it in place while cutting the wires. And then I worked that process in reverse to get the new fixture up.
These are really shitty pictures, but it’s really late at night, and I’m not actually home in the daylight anymore, so we’re going to go with it.
I probably need to drop it down a few inches, but I think I may have found its home in the Liberty House. There is so much to do in this kitchen yet, but putting something I love in here definitely makes my eye twitch a little less when I see the forest green counter and pink marble backsplash.
So that’s a quick look at what is keeping me up until the wee hours of the morning.