This little light of mine


I'm gonna MAKE it shine with or without bulbs!  My latest treasure came to me by way of my husbands grandmother.  I really have no idea how old it is but after doing some extensive research (Googled 1930's and 1940's light fixtures) I came up with this image from an antique dealer.




This beauty is from the 1930's and has a very similar makeup.  The tier design, the crystals and the way that they attach to the chandelier, and even some of the fundamental pieces for the underneath support frame look almost identical.  So, I'm going with the notion that my lovely is this girl's cousin.  And although this is what I saw from the minute the dusty box she had collapsed in and spent many years (I like to think waiting for me) was plunked down on my dining room table; this is what everyone else saw.






YIKES! And there were more crystals floating around at the bottom of the box than there were on it!  I'm not gonna lie, it was a little overwhelming at first.  I knew that it would take a LOT of make up to fix this old gal up.  The wiring was shot, or more accurately, chewed.  One of the bulb receptacles looked like it had exploded.



She was filthy and tarnished and so so neglected but I was grateful that she had ended up in  my hands and I was determined to restore her glamour..  
First up was to remove the remaining intact crystals and bring her down to her bare bones.  I determined that I was not able to rewire it because that one bulb receptacle was so badly blown out, it was not repairable.  I would have to discard the electrical components completely.  It was fairly easy to pull the wire out and disconnect the light box from the fixture.  Structurally it looks the same and even though I know that there was no other choice but to remove it, I do wish that it could have been salvaged.  I can only imagine how much more stunning she would be lit from within.  Sigh. 
The next task was to restore the finish on the frame.  This was accomplished with my old friend Rub 'n Buff. This stuff is incredible.  It will go over practically anything and make it look like a beautiful antiqued metal, patina and all. I also happen to think it looks very authentic.
Finally, each individual crystal had to be hand cleaned (Windex! All I can think of is the Dad in My Big Fat Greek Wedding) and some (and by some I mean most) had to be reconnected after having fallen off their wires.  There were almost 300 !!!!!! Most unbelievably is that they were ALL there!! Every last one.  After all these years.  I thought for certain I would have to be doing some fancy math to compensate for missing crystals in order to make it look like the chandelier was SUPPOSED to look like that.  It was exactly in that moment that I KNEW that she was meant for me.
Truthfully, I envision this refined lady in my only-in-my-dreams dressing room shining over my antique vanity (restored by yours truly of course) and my vast collection of Jimmy Choo shoes and Chanel and Versace couture.  But, alas, unselfishly,  I have decided to put her on display for ALL to enjoy in my living room.  After all, it was only right to share her with my in-laws.


And although she is not illuminated by electricity, (I think) her allure is blinding.

                                           

It's been a while


Forgive me.. it's been WAY too long since my last entry.  My confession:  I considered putting up a post and completely ignoring the fact that it has been months since the last time I have written.  I mean, it's not like there are legions of fans desperately awaiting my next words, but I would have been dishonest (to myself.)  I started this blog because I have a major passion (some might say a crazy obsession and by some I mean my husband)  for transforming old furniture and scoring thrift shop finds: for creating decor and organizing on a tight budget.  I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE doing my projects and I've done a TON since the last time I've talked about them.  The problem is <insert deep breath> I really struggle with my writing.  I find it super difficult to extract the visions in my head and put them into words that really create a vivid picture for a reader.  To be a masterful wordsmith is truly a gift, an art, much like a musician.  It is not my talent. I labor over every word.  So why in the world would I ever start a blog?  Fair question for sure! Well, I guess because I know that my days as a stay at home Mom are numbered and I really want to grow up this hobby of mine into a big girl job.  I'm very unsure of what direction to take but I'm very sure that I need to get on the path and get going. This blog is my starting line and if nothing else, will serve as my resume when I apply at home decor stores (not a joke in case anyone knows anyone at Pottery Barn.)  In the meantime, I will just happily continue to craft away and ramble blog about it on a semi-regular basis (no pressure) and hope that the road rises up to meet me.  Phew! That feels good.





This is the last thing I completed.  I figured that it would be a good beginning since  it is an early Valentine's Day gift for my husband and myself.  It is the first time that I have not hand painted a sign but I don't think it would have had the same effect.  I love it just the way it is.  It is a bunch of printed places and a few dates of things that are significant to us as a couple.  I used the website Pic Monkey to design it (AMAZINGLY easy) and had it printed at FedEx Kinkos.  The entire project cost (including a 6.99 11 x 14 frame from Hobby Lobby) $7.42.  Gotta love that sentimental value.  Priceless!