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I don't normally go for these multi-pic posts, but I just wanted to share a few of these new finds from another site. There is a particular lamp here of interest, that we are trying to identify the owner of. Which photographer had this "ugly lamp"?
OH, and if anyone knows who the girl is, that would be nice too.
This may be the ugliest lamp I've ever personally encountered. It looks like cotton swabs from a distance, buy it's actually made of popsicle sticks.
My Mom inherited this ceramic lamp from her late sister. My two sisters are fighting over it. It's in my house now...yeah.
Update: Just found a similar (but not exact) for sale on Etsy for $75.
So just a random thought
Sooo okay my uncle and my aunt haven't exactly been the super best of family. (My dads sister and uncle by marriage.) Not that they've ever done anything wrong except blown us off... But whatever. I digress. They haven't exactly been around ever. The only memories I have are a random Christmas like.... 4 or five years ago, and my grandmothers funeral, and then my paps funeral back in December. But they aren't like... Bad people? I think they try to make up for not being there. Like uncle paid for all of us (there was like ten of us all together) to go ice skating, and my aunt gave us a bunch of her old stuff (I got an ugly lamp my late uncle had given her and I love it) but all we care about is spending time with them, Jay feel? ANYWAYS! My uncle in this sitch isn't blood. (Not that that is necessary info). Whenever I saw is past time, he'd take mine and my sisters jackets when we got to the funeral home, pull out seats for us. Super gentleman stuff. Okay neat. But then he's like "if a guy doesn't do all this stuff for you, then he's not worth it." And of course the feminist that I am is screaming on the inside. Like "I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF TAKING OFF MY OWN JACKET THANKS. not that I don't appreciate the offer BUT LET ME DO IT" And then there's the "I don't label myself" part of me screaming "EXCUSE ME WHAT IF IM IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH A WOMAN. AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE NER JACKET? IS SHE SUPPOSED TO TAKE MINE? HOWS THIS WORK!? HUH!?" Then there's the hopeless romantic in me that's like "AWWWW" Amd of course I just awkwardly nod. Cuz he's just trying to be nice. But man. I was at that point was like "I can sit by myself thanks. Please don't move my chair. This is weird." But I think a lot of that stems from somewhere in my childhood. Idk
The Lamp
The lamp was gaudy.
She looked up at him, forcing herself to smile. Relief registered on his face when he saw her expression. Well, at least one of us is happy, she thought, slowly removing the lamp from its box and setting it on the table next to the couch.
He had been so distressed when he inadvertently shattered her previous lamp. Regardless of her protests, he had insisted on replacing it. And…this was the result.
She plugged it in and switched it on, stepping back to admire it.
Hideous.
At least the color was right: a muted, dusky purple to match her conservative wisteria purple and beige living room set. “The color is perfect,” she said out loud on whim, glancing back at him to gauge his reaction. The pleasure on his face was indescribable.
She smiled – a real smile and walked towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you,” she murmured, rising on her tippy toes to kiss him softly.
“Are you sure?” There was a touch of worry to his voice.
She responded by molding herself against his body. He reflexively pulled her in tightly against his chest. “It’s perfect,” she whispered, looking back at the lamp.
And, for a moment, she was convinced of its perfection. The strings of transparent plastic beads hanging off the lampshade could be said to add character to the room. In fact, she felt like she could grow to love how they manipulated the pool of light created by the lamp. It added a serene glow to the room, a lot subtler than her previous lamp.
“I was worried,” he confessed as she continued to survey the results of his handiwork, “I spent six hours trying to find something that would work. I know how attached you are to your color schemes.”
He was teasing her, she could tell. She considered faking offense for a moment. Instead, she replied, “That’s very sweet of you. I appreciate it. It’ll be nice to have something of yours in here…especially for the nights you’re gone.”
“You’re never in this room, anyway, silly,” he said, pulling her onto the couch with him.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she said, snuggling up against him.
“Me too.”
The light from the lamp painted stripes of purple across his skin. It looked ridiculous. Perhaps she would arrange for the new lamp to have an accident sometime, but, for the moment, it was perfect.
Selling Things
So..
Who wants to buy an ugly lamp? Anyone? Anyone at all?
http://milwaukee.craigslist.org/fuo/2543753367.html
