I seem to be cursed by always being one light too short (no need to analyze that metaphor too deeply). Really...every time I bring a new lamp home, another one in the house kicks it. I think I'm cursed. Steve thinks it's some karmic forced conservation. I will admit to being a bit of a hog about leaving lights on. I'm trying, really I am, but I think I'm still rebelling from my childhood when my Dad docked 10cents off our allowance each time we left a light on in a room that we had left (see how well that worked?).
Anyway...I brought this lamp home from a church rummage sale, knowing full well that it meant another one in the house would surely break (it did..two hours later - I'm telling you - CURSED). The lampshade that came with it wasn't working for me, so I covered in it this sheer vintage fabric (orange and green, how I love thee). I used Stitch Witchery to adhere the fabric to the lampshade (which means that yes, I ironed the inside of the lampshade - not so bad, really). I kind of forgot that the inside of the lamp actually shows a lot (it was midnight, who can remember such details?), and so it's a little more sloppy than I would have liked (I should have actually sewed the hems rather than just cutting and folding). But do I have any intention of doing it over? Um, no. That would be tempting the lighting gods a bit too much. I'll leave it just how it is, and delicately turn the knob to turn it on....and off, too. I promise.
More Corners of My Home still going strong over on Flickr.
