I often rejoice and lamment characteristics of our old house. Today, I will lament. You have been forewarned.
Our living room is my favorite room in the house. We entertain there, we put our feet up there at night when the kids go to bed, we spruce it up for the holidays with the bulk of our decor and it’s the one room I attempt to protect from my children, by constantly screaming at them about how much everything in there cost me.
The downside. Downside? There is no overhead light. You have to be sitting practically on top of one of two lamps to read, even oversized print. I want so badly to have overhead lighting. An electrician once told us that it would be a feat to put a fixture in the middle of the room, as he’d have to cut into the crown molding… (and I heard blah, blah, beautiful lighting, blah, blah, blah…) Afterall, in the good words of Eleanor Roosevelt, “It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness.”
So I keep looking at fixtures anyway. I mean it’s not impossible to put it in… it would just be a hassle. A hassle I’d be willing for my electrician to endure, for this sophisticated AND CHEAP chandelier!