The kids and I went out and collected icicles 
again for a little while today. It probably is a bit foolish, but I did insist that they kept their hoods up and didn't look up while they were under the trees. We are admittedly very easily wowed by "winter" stuff, but it just seems so cool to see those icicles falling from the leaves, like enormous rain drops, and crashing, "clinkety clink" on top of all the little icicles already piled on the ground.
again for a little while today. It probably is a bit foolish, but I did insist that they kept their hoods up and didn't look up while they were under the trees. We are admittedly very easily wowed by "winter" stuff, but it just seems so cool to see those icicles falling from the leaves, like enormous rain drops, and crashing, "clinkety clink" on top of all the little icicles already piled on the ground. After two trips to the hardware store (in addition to the original purchase at Lowes), we got our new kitchen light up. Nothing ever works quite 
as expected in our home repairs, and, after putting countless holes in the ceiling in search of a stud, Ed decided that we should secure our swag bolt with an anchor. Then, when I decided exactly where the bolt should go, we seemed to hit a stud. Then the stud seemed questionable (Ed thinks he might have been on the edge), so Ed used the anchor instead of the longer lag bolt he had made an extra trip to buy. Then I just about passed out from standing on a chair too long with my arms over my head holding up parts of the light while Ed twisted electrical wires together. Things foggy for a bit, but I'm pretty sure the phrase "just a frail flower of Southern femininity" passed my lips. Not that Ed would 
buy that one anyway, but we did get the thing hung!
as expected in our home repairs, and, after putting countless holes in the ceiling in search of a stud, Ed decided that we should secure our swag bolt with an anchor. Then, when I decided exactly where the bolt should go, we seemed to hit a stud. Then the stud seemed questionable (Ed thinks he might have been on the edge), so Ed used the anchor instead of the longer lag bolt he had made an extra trip to buy. Then I just about passed out from standing on a chair too long with my arms over my head holding up parts of the light while Ed twisted electrical wires together. Things foggy for a bit, but I'm pretty sure the phrase "just a frail flower of Southern femininity" passed my lips. Not that Ed would 
buy that one anyway, but we did get the thing hung! The next (and final) stage of this particular project is to install a dimmer switch. Where we previously had a fixture with one 60 watt bulb hanging high above the table, our new light has two bulbs hanging much lower, and with shades that direct the light down, so the effect is frighteningly inquisitorial. A dimmer should work nicely, though, allowing us to see our dinner (and, more importantly, our newspaper) well but not too well.
And what do you think of our new fixture? Ed 
loves it, the kids love it, so, by golly, I love it too. But, really, doesn't it remind you of something? Perhaps a length of galvanized fence pipe that some (very talented) seventh grade shop student got creative with?
loves it, the kids love it, so, by golly, I love it too. But, really, doesn't it remind you of something? Perhaps a length of galvanized fence pipe that some (very talented) seventh grade shop student got creative with? 
3 comments:
I didn't comment on the lamp. I honestly thought I had.
It's gorgeous! And no, it does not look like chain link fencing! LOL! You're so funny. It's beautiful, but yes, I can see it would be difficult to fight the urge to sneak up on a loved one reading the paper, tilt the shade toward him, and say, "Just where were YOU on the night of..." Better go for the lower wattage bulbs, yes.
Dy
Oh, and I wanted to say - the picture of T and K in the grass, with the fog all around - that is one gorgeous picture! You've really been taking some amazing photos lately! way to go!
Dy
Thank you!
Dhugs,
I'm not sure whether it goes with the decor or not. My initial thought was no, since the metal handles on the drawers & cabinets, and the shelf supports are all black. But it Isn't coming down, so now I'm thinking that it Does go because it has that "casual, anything goes" look (work with me on this, 'cause now Ed wants to replace the ceiling fan over the sink with a Matching fixture -- I have to like this light!).
Dy -- The real question is whether a child, say around the age of eight, doing his work under the glare of our 120 watts, will feel compelled to tell me Everything he Knows about math, history, and Latin. That would be worth a Lot.
Thank you for the nice compliment! I thought think fog is beautiful, though I hate to have people I love driving in it (which Ed was, at the time).
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