I said I had learned my lesson about buying heavy things while traveling. But the week after Christmas we visited my parents in Florida and my mom took me to an antique mall near where they live.
When I spotted this lamp I knew I couldn’t leave it behind. I fell hard for the colors and the architectural look of it.
And when I picked it up and felt how heavy it was, I knew this wasn’t your average Target or Homegoods lamp. (Not that I don’t have quite a few of those too.)
The problem was of course going to be getting it home.
We talked about shipping it. But since I got a really good deal on it – and that good deal will forever be a part of the warm and fuzzy feeling I get when I look at the lamp – I didn’t want to ruin all that by paying a lot to get it home.
We also talked about having my parents drive it back when they come to KC in April, but who wants to wait that long?
So it was decided that we would carry it home on the plane. And when I say we, I mean my husband and my son.
My sister loaned us a carry-on and Tom and Grant took turns hauling the lamp through the Tampa airport, onto the plane, back off the plane, through the KC airport, out to the car and finally into the house.
I tried to pull the ‘I’m not sure if I like it’ bit on them once the lamp was home, but they didn’t bite. They knew that even if I thought it I wouldn’t be crazy enough to say it.
Besides, I did like it. I loved it.
The shade that came with the lamp was nothing special, so I left that behind in Florida.
I’m not convinced that the shade I have on it now is the right size or color, but I picked it up for $5 at an estate sale this week so it’ll do until I find something I like better.
Luckily for Tom and Grant, I was able to carry my other antique mall finds home myself, starting with this silver candle snuffer.
I loved its design.
And its l-o-n-g handle.
I also found this vintage Christmas ornament for our piano room tree.
At first I thought it was new, but the feel of those little silver pieces, the way it’s put together, and the fact that it doesn’t hang quite straight all scream old to me.
Kind of like the yoga class I took with my daughter this week screamed old to me. As in you are old! Yoga is no joke.
Have a great week, everyone!