Who is it?
The eighties. They want their light fixtures back.
Well, they can have them.
Yesterday, I received, yet another early Christmas present. This one came in the form of lighting, from my chain smoking pseudo, Santa, the electrician. It took my pseudo Santa four days, scattered over a month, to accomplish what I’m sure could have been done in two days. But, whatever…it’s done!
So, goodbye, gold monstrosity. Hello, new foyer light. I love your yellow glow. Goodbye, flowered, dim, gaudy light fixture. Hello, sleek brushed nickel, yet, tad too bright, friend (yes, the wall paper is still there, but not for long, folks). On the plus side, maybe now, I won’t go out with unblended foundation on my face. Goodbye, to my other flowered, dim, gaudy light fixture. Hello, new streamlined light fixture, that is, still, a bit too dim, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re trying to do things on the cheap.We decided that instead of ditching the old mirror and buying two new ones, which would have meant two different light fixtures, more work and more money (and possibly another month the way our electrician was working), we would just keep the old mirror and move the new light fixture up a few inches. I didn’t think I would have a problem finding a long light.
I was wrong. Because I waited until the last minute to pick out the fixture, I couldn’t find anything that was larger than the light I bought, unless I went with one of those Hollywood bar lights, which wasn’t exactly the look I was going for. It’s not perfect, but it’s a definite improvement over what we had.
The best part of this present, I don’t have to hold my electrician’s hand anymore and spend endless hours discussing light placement, only to discover that he had the answer in the first place. Turns out he wasn’t really looking for my ideas, but validation. That’s way too much work for lights.