I can cross #4 off my 2012 goal list! That blasted crooked, crappy, creaky (and any other c adjectives you can think of) chandelier is gone.
You may remember it was a lovely 80's brass when we moved in.
I sprayed it black immediately and it stayed that way for a few years.
Until its most recent life in white.
Its had shades, no shades, round bulbs, candle bulbs. You named it, I've tried it. I should say here that this is a classic chandelier shape, and in many cases I really do like it. However in this instance it always felt like putting lipstick on a pig.
It had also been hung way too high and, the cherry on top, several of the arms were loose and crooked and all tightening attempts would fail. Usually resulting in a shade popping off and landing in your salad. True story.
So after years and years of hearing me complain about it, my parents were kind enough to give me a new chandelier for Christmas. WAHOO!
Now normally this would be an hour project on Saturday as my husband has hung many a light in his day.
However, since the table is off center, I wanted the light centered over the table, rather than centered in the room. We've had many guests bang their head on that chandelier, so it was really for the safety of those I love. I know, I know, I'm a giver.
Luke, being the wonderful husband he is, said no problem (while rolling his eyes) and headed up to the attic. Not a problem was the verdict. We measured, figured out where the new hole needed to be and he got to cutting. A perfect hole for a plaster ceiling I would say.
Now all he needed to do was move the wiring over a few inches, drop it thru the new hole, install and enjoy.
It was all going just too well.
Enter knob and tube wiring. For those not familiar with it, its kind of like asbestos - best not bother it if you don't have to. And really, comparing something in your home to asbestos? Never a good sign.
Apparently the wire was just a few inches short of reaching the new hole. And my husband's many attempts at getting a new wire to connect to the old wire were just not working. Something about the grounding of the wire blah blah blah. All I heard was 'electrician needed'.
So while we waited for the electrician, we patched the old hole and painted the ceiling. And when I say we I mean Luke did the work and I said "looks great babe."
A week later the electrician finally arrives and after a lot of grumbling and several "You sure you want me to do this lady? You know that whole ain't in the center of the room?" I had my new wired and ready hole.
I love it! Its warm, more to scale for the room, and it gives off a really great glow.
It also gives off a saucy reflection in the mirror.
But of course, nothing is ever 'done'. Now I've got to fix the curtains. But that's another story for another day.