...Ok, I should clarify: this really isn't an oops moment I'm about to share, but I couldn't resist using the famous Brittany song title.
In fact, this isn't an oops moment in the slightest. Quite the opposite. It's more of a "Yay me! I did it again!" moment.
What did I do?
Installed this handsome fella':
All by myself,
a month after my usually-very-handy husband unsuccessfully tried hanging it.
Now, I should give him a little credit. We were missing some of the mounting pieces needed. That happens sometimes when you're installing a vintage piece--ours was a gift from a friend who took it out of her own home. (Thanks Heidi!)
But the replacement screws he bought still didn't work. So he got frustrated and left it partially installed, partially hanging from the ceiling. It was classy looking, let me tell ya.
Ok, not really. That's why I had to finish it.
'Cause you know, sometimes you just need a woman's touch.
Can I get an Amen?