Welcome to my family room.
Which, during the day, even on cloudy dark days, is bathed in natural light (despite this exposed-for-the-windows picture).
And. . .it's also a place for my kids to get their toys stuck.
Anywho, I love all the windows; however, this room offers no light fixtures for when the sun goeth down.
And then it becomes the pit of despair. Only the light from the kitchen keeps us from banging our heads on the wall and our knees on the furniture.
So we need a lamp, of course.
And I didn't want it to be any old lamp, I wanted it to have a certain style. That certain, je ne sais quoi.
And would a regular, old granny lamp do that?
Je pense not.
You know what I wanted? I wanted a french lamp post. But in my house. Yeah, the outside ones? In my house. In.
So I scoured the interweb for an indoor lamp with an outdoor look,
and it let me down. I looked for about a year. Seriously-- we lived in darkness after the sun went down for a year while I searched. No dice.
So I did what any girl would do in that situation:
I went to Lowe's, bought myself the French 3-Light Outdoor Black Lantern, wrestled the box home, and started trying to put it together.
Yes, my friends: an outdoor lamp.
Even though I knew it was meant to be hard wired (i.e., no plug).
Even though I knew it was meant to be cemented into the ground.
And I have zero knowledge of electricity. Yeah, 220, 221. Whatever it takes.
And ya know, the hubs totally came through for me, man. He helped me put it together after he watched me turn things around and around and stare at all the pieces blankly.
He spliced in a regular cord for me.
And then, using 3 inch screws, he screwed it right down into the joists so it won't go anywhere.
'Cause, you know, it would hurt to get konked on the noggin with that big and heavy of a lamp.
And do I love it?
Is a fat dog heavy?