It's been a really difficult couple of days with the big kids. Like, heart-breaking, cry-my-eyes-out difficult.
As surely as I sit here in a cherry-stained t-shirt, I'll be ready to talk about some of it before long.
But tonight? I need a vacation from the darkness.
I'd like to be blinded by the light a little.
Are you with me? Well, pull on your shades. It's about to get bright up in here.
Barn Light Electric contest? Well, I took the Bronze. I could scarcely believe it. It was so unexpected and it jacked us up so bad. I got word that I medaled exactly two days before our lighting selections were due. It was a huge, wonderful, farmy, free wrench. Thrown right in. I fretted and stewed and changed my mind eighty-five times.
Pretty pumped with my final choices.
(Low light, people! Low. Light!)
Thank you to the ends, Barn Light Electric.
I'm kind of scared.
And yes, I did pick white lights on top of the white walls. They were cheap at a flea market. (And no, I'm not defensive at all or worried about it in the least.)
Who put me in charge???
So here's the thing: I got all practical and put ceiling fans in the 2 upstairs bedrooms. White, of course. In a surprising twist, it ended up saving us some money to vault the ceilings. Oh dear Heavens, it killed me to not order up some massive Barn Lightery for those ginormous ceilings. Did I mention that the upstairs ceiling height in our farm house was 7 feet? Kid you not. Kid you not.
So yes, this feels extra indulgent and exotic, what with the big ceiling fans and all.