This is a short and sweet post about home decor which is something I have never blogged about in the seven years I have been posting in this space. As they say, there’s a first time for everything! Now, about this lamp. I’ve wanted to show it to you since I bought it with my dad, in January. Let it be known that the antiquing in Pocatello, Idaho is OFF THE CHAIN, most of the time. I’m talking about righteous goods at mind blowingly low prices, most of the time. Treasures and treasures and treasures to behold. There’s lots of junk too. But oh, the treasures! My home is the epitome of eclecticism. I know. Everyone says they are eclectic. Everyone also says they have sensitive skin. These are things we women say. But truly, my home is over 110 years old and it is carefully filled with modern, new, vintage, antique and lots of dead stuff. It’s how I roll.
Allow me to specifically tell you about this lamp. I love this lamp. Truly. It’s an inanimate object and I try not to say I “love” inanimate objects because it seems like a waste of the preciousness of that word but I really love this lamp. It measures 50 inches in height (or 127cm if you live anywhere in the world besides the USA). It is enormous. The lampshade is covered in jiggly lengths of thread, I know there is a technical name for this stuff but I don’t know what it is. I’m sure flapper dresses used to be embellished with it. It wiggles so beautifully. The base is a combination of cast metal, hollow glass bulb with inlayed metal patterning, and a marble slab gives the bottom of the base a little heft. It’s gaudy. It’s over the top. It looks like I bought it from a bankrupt brothel in 20s Paris, France. AH!
When my parents were visiting in January, my dad and I went to the antique shops because we always do when my mum and dad are here. We putzed around one shop and I kept coming back to this lamp which was on super-clearance for $60 (because no one in the WORLD wanted it, but me). I hummed and hawed about it and finally committed to the purchase. My dad went halfsies with me though I must tell you, he is appalled when I refer to it as my French brothel lamp — because in his mind I am forever his baby girl and I shouldn’t know what brothels are.
I have it on our big dresser in our bedroom here. When I turn it on it casts the most beautiful swaths of golden light. Anyone who see it says, “Lordy! That’s the biggest lamp I ever saw!” Which, of course, pleases me greatly, for some reason. It’s the biggest lamp I ever saw, too.
This is all to say, here’s to finding treasure, sweet treasure, every now and again.
Someday I am going to do a full photographic tour of my home for you, to show you all the bits and bobs here and how it all fits together to my liking. I think it would be a fun photography project for me.
Happy Saturday to you. Gosh. Its so gorgeous here my heart melts a little every time I look out the windows. I hope you can say the same.
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