It's things like this that tell you that you are, in fact, an adult now...
We have a new light fixture in our dining area - and I love it beyond reason.
Our old fixture was ugly and had me giving it the side eye from the day we moved in (what...seven years now?) as it would flicker every time the air conditioning kicked on.
The Husband never noticed it and thought I was crazy for claiming that this light fixture would be the reason this house burned to the ground.
So for the past seven years, whenever I was anywhere where light fixtures were for sale, I'd be looking for a replacement. Yes, I had an idea of what I wanted but I never found it.
Then, the light fixture issue became more urgent when The Husband informed me that out of nowhere the cursed fixture was just turning itself off randomly. So there were two possibilities. The fixture was haunted or there was a real situation (a short). My bet was on the short.
So about two weeks ago I found myself at my favorite consignment store (which, by the way, isn't actually a consignment store - they just threw that in to the name for some random reason) and stumbled upon a fixture that I instantly fell in love with so I bought it.
Once I got home, I presented the fixture to The Husband and requested that he hang it immediately.
And, of course, we ran into a snag. Because, of course. We could not for the life of us figure out how to dismantle this fixture enough to even begin to figure out how to hang it. The Husband asked me to return it. And this is where this store begins to irritate me just a bit - they are only open on Thursday, Friday and Saturday - WHY????. And this, of course, happened late in the day on Saturday. *sigh*
Eventually, I was able to return the stupid fixture and the hunt began in earnest. I knew this was the kind of fixture I wanted. I uploaded a picture of the fixture and ran a Google search - only to discover that this particular light had been discontinued BUT I found a very similar fixture that I immediately ordered.
When it arrived, I presented it to The Husband requesting that he hang it immediately. Which he attempted to do - but when it came to removing the old fixture, he discovered that he old light was very, very heavy and he didn't want to attempt at removing it himself while on a ladder. So he called in reinforcements. Between the two of them they were successful at removing the fixture. But when they went to hang the new one; discovered that the wrong bolt(?) was included in the box. Because, of course.
The friend said that he would source the right size bolt(?) and come by the next day to help get this fixture up. Which he did.
And I was pleased. Until I started looking around the dining area and realized when we moved in that's exactly what we did. We never "finished" the dining area. So that led me to buying curtains - which, of course, I had to then hem. Keep in mind I am NOT a seamstress by any stretch of the imagination so that was an undertaking in and of itself. But once that was done - and I was pleased; The Husband piped up with "All we need now is "art" for the walls." Which caused me to groan because in the entire history of our marriage we have never - not once - agreed on what we like in the area of "art."
So we found ourselves at a store that sells "art" (it should be noted the term art here is used very loosely) and we found a piece that we could both agree on at a reasonable price. We snatched it up and returned home where The Husband found himself in charge of hanging it with my supervision.
All that to say, our dining area is finally finished and we now have a fixture that doesn't terrify me. Seven years later.
