The saga of the lamp...

Hook: It was bound to happen sooner or later, I suppose. No one is perfect, even my sainted Mother, whose taste is usually so profoundly spot on as to make her the first and last word in decorating decisions. Truly. The woman was a gay man in a former life, you can bet your karma on it.

Context: The furniture that my Father surprised us with for Yule was gorgeous! Absolutely perfect for us - beautiful, classic, big, sturdy, useful. Then Mother decides to add a lamp to the mix as an added surprise.

Comment: Well, the lamp arrived yesterday and truly, the kindest thing I can say about it is that it sure is big and sturdy. Though, technically, it would look gorgeous in HER home, it looks rather over-sized and garish in mine.

Retraction: I've been thinking about this lamp all day, and I've decided I've been pretty hard on the lamp and probably very ungrateful towards what was probably (knowing my parents) a very expensive gift. In all honesty, I think its sheer size is what immediately put me off. The lampshade is almost 2 feet across! The dappled metal body is actually very interesting, the strange brown metallic golfball finial up top is somewhat humorous.

So maybe we just needed some time together.

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