Sure, this looks like a simple bathroom light from the 1950s, but it’s so much more. This is a simple bathroom light from the 1950s with working light bulbs. I have lights in my bathroom and they work! I thought this day would never come.
The best part about all this light-business is that I didn’t have to lift a finger to make it happen, other than buy $50 in light bulbs three months ago so they could sit in the laundry room and collect dust. After that, my job was done. The Mister stepped in the day after Christmas and changed all the light bulbs for me, even though he is a mole and prefers to live in the dark with the glow of late night TV as our only light.
While he was on the step-ladder bringing color to our lives, he noticed how dusty everything was so he cleaned out all the cans, did something to improve the lighting or electricity or something (zzzzzzzzzz), and then cleaned our ugly ceiling fan–motor, shades, and blades. This is probably why I can never get him to change a light bulb. He turns everything into refurbishment project. I just change the bulbs and step back if the dust starts to spark. While the ceiling fan was apart, he noticed that the ugly faux-oak blades were only on one side. On the other side were ugly faux-cherry blades, which is far better.
“You’re going to love this, Jules. By flipping the blades on the ceiling fan it goes from ugly to…I don’t know. It’s still ugly.”
He’s right, but it’s doesn’t matter. I’m happy there’s enough light for me to even see the ugly.