This week, I inherited this wall lamp. I am very excited about it because I remember very vividly where it hung above my grandmother Ike’s chair in her den. It always fascinated me when I was a kid because I never, to that point, saw another lamp that hung on the wall like that. The lamp was a different color then, but never mind that. It was brown and either had a grape or flower pattern on the plate, I can’t remember which. And then, when I lived with Mother and Daddy in college, it hung in my bedroom closet, which wasn’t really designed to be a closet proper and was more my hideaway, complete with pillows and my favorite self-help books and my journals and markers. I sat for hours and hours under this lamp, hidden away, first pining away about college heartbreaks and then dreaming about new possibilities with Jared as a fresh graduate.
Now to decide where the lamp goes. It could either go in our family room and replace the lamp in front of the window– I do like that idea– and it could go above my own chair. Or, it could probably go in the master bedroom. For some reason we always need more light in there.
I have toyed with the idea of trying to restore it to it’s original state, but I think I probably best just leave it the color it is.
I am thrilled. Thank you, Mama.