These were the words that sweet Mrs. F., the former owner of our new home, said of the light fixture in the kitchen dining nook on the day of the final walk through.
Having already been on Craigslist searching for chandys I smiled politely, not knowing how to respond and just said, “Thank you.”
As you can see, this Tiffany style stained glass chandelier is not a bad looking chandelier. In fact it’s very pretty and, as Mrs. F. pointed out to me, it matched perfectly the bright colors in the kitchen curtains . . .
. . . which I’ve taken down (but more on that later).
The problem is that it’s just not my style.
“What do I DO?” I whined to my friend Debbie. “Mr. OTN told them we would invite them over once we were settled in!”
“Maybe you could just tell her that since this is such a special piece you’d like to know if they would like it back if you ever decide to change it.”
Debbie had the right answer of course but . . .
I hate this kind of stuff!
I hate making people feel bad!
I hate to seem like an ungrateful receiver of a gift!
Why else did I keep that purple tree made from plastic beads on display in my living room for so long . . . years even? Because my mom gave it to me and I didn’t want her to feel bad. One of my friends once commented on it and told me that her mom gifted her with the same tree only she kept hers in the laundry room. I think that is when my tree found a new place to live.
So maybe I’d just keep the Tiffany lamp up for awhile . . . at least until after we’d had them over to see how the house looked.
We stopped in at Habitat for Humanity just to browse around and Mr. OTN spotted this!
The perfect chandy for our space . . . or at least it would be . . . after a little work.
Thankfully Mr. OTN came to my rescue . . . not the first time . . . when Mr. F. came by the house to show him something. I had told him Deb’s advice and he came right out and asked Mr. F. if he ever wanted the light fixture back if we found something that was “more our style” (not exactly Deb’s words). Mr. F. assured him that we could keep it as it was one of his first stained glass pieces and he didn’t feel that it was that well done.
Whew! Problem solved! Can you believe I’m such a chicken when it comes to things like that? Thankfully Mr. OTN has an easier time being direct! In fact, once when my mom gave him a set of brightly colored paper mache’ fish for Christmas he had no problem returning them to the store and buying what HE wanted instead. But that’s a whole ‘nother story!
I love the curviness of it’s arms and the contrast of the sparkling crystals against the dark oil rubbed bronze.I love the way the crystals reflect light around the room when the morning sun shines through the windows.
I love having a husband who is strong when I am weak and on multiple occasions has bailed me out! The reverse is also true too as I am often strong where he is weak . . . so we make a pretty good team.
The whole kitchen curtain dilemma is next on my agenda but I’ll save that for another post when I’ll be back seeking your advice. Until then . . .