Well people. I’ve completely lost it. Not sure how I bought something from a store 2 hours away without measuring first. I was completely blinded by all of the glitz and glamor apparently, that I just ignored all of the warning sirens going off in my head and blindly tossed (ie. gently placed) the chandelier in my cart without looking at the dimensions. Silly silly girl. I mean, I ALWAYS have a measuring tape in my purse (obsess much?) because I never know when I will see something and need to measure to make sure it’ll fit. And by stating that fact, I should also say that I have a list of sizes of walls, entry ways, ceilings, nooks, etc . just “in case” I should see something while I am out as well in my purse. I seriously am weird. At least I don’t carry around my paint chips in my purse like some people I know
So I was all excited yesterday when I got home because I was going to install the chandelier in my laundry room. I turned off the breaker (safety first, people) and got out the ladder (realized that I just need to get a step stool for smaller projects cuz this ladder is a bitch to cart around) and began the process of taking off the current hideous light fixture that came with the house. GAG. What is it with home developers and picking out the most obnoxiously ugly furnishings ever? I really should look into one of them hiring me on a part-time basis. I could totally make blah boring houses so pretty to buyers. And then they wouldn’t have to spend hundreds
OK maybe thousands of dollars in their first two years of living at brand new house switching out 80’s brass light fixtures, door handles, and linoleum. Just sayin. The light came down extremely easy as it should since I’ve done this about 17 times already so I got off the ladder and went to grab Miss Pretty. I had already shortened her cord and pried off the chain connecting the top of the chandelier to the actual light fixture- which left just a “short” brushed nickel rod encasing the cord between the two. I gently bring her over to the ladder and start the installation process. Now- I’m usually REALLY good at detecting things like this. But I must have been blinded by her sexy sparkle. Cuz I hang the entire light, step down from the ladder and realize that she is literally hanging at eye level to me. Ummmmmm. Huh? How’d that happen?
Don’t mind the fugly unfinished garage. She’ll soon be painted hot pink. I’m kidding... or am I?