Perhaps you noticed in this post that we received a package last week. And you may've notice at the end of that same post I disassembled a light fixture a few days later.
Or perhaps you didn't until now.
Either way, I have excitement to share! Excitement that ends with this:
Look, there's a light fixture in my house that isn't a ceiling fan! Finally! And, I even installed it all by myself Saturday morning while Mike was away at work. Yay me!
(And um, let's just ignore the dingy paint ring from where the ceiling fan used to sit. Its days are numbered, promise.)
Where did the new (to us) white, tri-globular (is that a word?) vintage semi-flush mount light fixture come from? My favorite online thrift mecca, Etsy. I fell in love with the simple lines, bright white finish and modern/retro feel. Further investigation revealed a reasonable price. Sold.
And I even installed it myself.
...did I mention that already?
Successfully completing the project made me want to dive into the next task right away. So I found a small tub of primer and started on the window trim.
...and then I ran out of primer, realized I hadn't had breakfast, was still in my pajamas and Mike would be home within an hour. Painting stopped. Showering ensued. And the trim remains only partially finished. But I don't even care. All I have to do is look up and the ceiling and my heart sings "Progress!"
Oh, and ceiling fans, I just want to be clear; it's not you. It's me. I can't help my feelings. Your usually dusty blades swing around above me, but not far enough to be comfortable. You're prefect for some people, but those people don't live here. Someone will love you, just not me. Take care. Bye.
(Sheesh. Breakups are tough. But don't worry about me. I'm feeling better already.)