As discussed before, we have an issue with lighting. I've tried over the years to find lamps that are attractive and functional; but these home-decorating attempts generally saw me staggering out of stores, weeping in confusion. At one point, however, I did manage to find a pair of cast-iron (i.e., unbreakable) end table lamps at Target. And white shades that fit said lamps. I bore my purchases triumphantly homeward, believing that my search for decent living-room lighting was finally ended.
Oh, I loved those lamps! They graced our second-hand end tables and IKEA couches with a certain je ne sais quoi. They announced to the world that good design need not be fragile. On bad days, I would look at my matching sturdy lamps with their bright white fluted shades and feel fulfilled.
But those halcyon times were not meant to last. Rachel's reign of terror commenced. At one point during her rampage, she was cutting electrical cords for amusement. I know! I explained to her the danger (while diligently attempting to hide all cutting implements); and she apparently listened, as she always made sure thereafter to unplug the cord before she severed it. Little Miss Safety, we called her...
So! One of my precious lamps soon sported an attractive wad of electrical tape on the cord. Its as-yet pristine twin was subsequently shoved off a table by some forgotten kid scuffle. It survived, but the shade now hangs askew.
I got used to it. I even accepted ugly lighting as my fate. But, as hope springs always eternal, we bought a new lamp, a standing one, to go in the den. It could even employ a 3-way bulb, so that we would have a choice between lighting that was merely atmospheric and illumination that would be bright enough to read by. Hello, modernity!
But, for some reason, we never had a 3-way bulb when we needed one. So we would use a boring 60-watt (as in, not bright enough to read by) instead. But last week? Oh, last week was momentous, indeed! After almost a year of owning this lamp, I procured a 3-way bulb and actually remembered to install it. Light flooded the room, and all was well with my world.
This happy state of affairs lasted not 24 hours. You see, Theo had the temerity to tickle Susie. Who kicked. Which knocked over the lamp and made something go POP. And now? My 3-way bulb is stuck on 50 watts.
I don't know if I have the heart to try again.
[Table lamp photo credit: Furniture Complete]
[Floor lamp photo credit: Terry's Fabrics]