This is the biggest cork lamp your face has ever seen.
So big. So beefy. So corky.
So yes, a supersized steroid popping cork tower of a lamp exists and now lives with me. Getting this lamp has taken more than a years worth of persistent needling and negotiating with a local antique type consignment shop. I waited and stalked and waited some more for the lamps price to be slashed down 50% and that still wasn’t the price I was willing to pay. So for the next six months I’d check in and whittle the price down further and further until the poor sellers spirit snapped and this baby came home with me.
I will hunt vintage for years. That’s dedication. Or madness. Or sad.
Speaking of size matters, I’ve slowly been updating the fireplace with a fancy new coat of white paint and now a comically undersized mantel.
Six inch short-cut to failure.
This. Is. Dumb.
I screwed up. After writing down tons of numbers for little projects in my handy notebook, I somehow misread the width needed while at Home Depot and ended up bringing home a chunk of wood six inches shy of what was required.
Now I don’t have the energy to go back and find, cut and re-buy wood, so I’ll be taking a few days to recuperate. Screw you mantel.
Having this screw up time to live with the white might actually be for the best since I’m not sure I even like the white?
Then I do. Then I don’t. Then I’m like ugh, more paint? No. Yes. No.
I’m about 50/50.
Whatever. BIG LAMP. I like that crazy thing.