Well, bejabbers*, if that isn’t a neon pink cord!
One has to temper the gilt with something, right? The chandy is up in the bedroom at the loft. I love it. And by “love it,” I mean I would make out with that light if my lips wouldn’t get all dusty and lacerated by those metal leaves. You know how it happens: a girl wanders down the electrical aisle at Lowe’s and sees a rainbow of extension cords, including neon pink. Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat*, neon pink?! She then spends the next hour thinking about all the ways she could use a neon pink extension cord. And, ladies and gents, there are more neon pink surprises to come; but I will tease you and make you wait (much like I did with my husband before we married).
To shed more light on the matter, I have these curious fellows. Remember my brother was working on some special lights for me? Here they are, straight from his what-does-my-sister-want-now factory in Texas. My husband and I assembled these in seconds flat due to the precision of fabrication. After a coat of spray paint, they are ready now for shades…oh, a thousand options await! And these are no small fries, no way. Each stands 30″ tall. Thank you, Bro!
The loft is really shaping up, and I am so very completely indescribably excited about it. I can’t wait to share more with you!
*The kids and I are reading through The Black Stallion, complete with wild horse and even wilder vocabulary. Throw a “bejabbers” your kid’s way and just watch the giggles erupt. It is surprisingly easy to work into conversation. All the cool kids say it. Yeah, and by “cool kids,” I mean the ones who forget to take their headgears off for their 5th grade class picture…bejabbers, how could I forget?