My husband has always accused me of being
when it comes to lighting.
He's right, of course,
but it would be so much easier to suffer from
this affliction had I married an electrician!
Thirteen years ago when we moved into this old house,
there was a light hanging in the front entryway.
It was a lantern-style light,
one that I found ugly with a capital U.
I can remember the day clearly.
It was the year 2000.
The electrician was here and while taking down the lantern,
he asked me if I was sure that I wanted to change it.
He said, "a lot of people like this old lighting nowadays."
I assured him that I absolutely detested that lantern and
asked him to hang this "oh so lovely" fixture you see below.
After more than a decade had passed, I started
to realize that that "oh so lovely" light was not right for this house, at all.
I wondered what ever made me select that light to begin with.
Of course, I didn't want to mention this quite yet
to the husband, lest I have to hear the "non committal" accusation!
This past Summer, while cleaning out my Mom's attic,
I stood, puzzled, looking into a box.
For in this box, was a lighting fixture...one that looked awfully familiar.
Yes, apparently back in 2000, my Mother
had taken our old lighting fixture home with her
because she liked it and thought I might want it back someday.
Do we even need to talk about my amazing clairvoyant mother?
So just before Christmas, we called the electrician...
a different electrician than the one in 2000.
Good thing too, because can you imagine what
the other one would think if I asked him to
hang the same light he took down 13 years ago?
Ahh, so much better!
The old light is back at home,
just where it belongs.
It even looks pretty when it's lit, too.
I gotta hand it to that Mother of mine.
Who knew she was so smart?