I tend to crave symmetry when it comes to decorating. The thing is, I love the look of items that are staggered, unbalanced, layered. But I always come back to my comfort zone, anchoring things on either end of a shelf, a mantel, or the top of a cabinet.
A few years ago when I came across this pair of lamps in a junktique shop, I was in heaven. Soft cottage blue with pink roses. I was in love. A pair. Two. Anchors. (Not to mention they were only $6 for the pair!)
For the past few years, those beautiful lamps have enjoyed a place of honor in our living room, framing the mirror on top of the pie safe.
And they survived a year with our wild and crazy Baby, who we adopted last August. But luck finally ran out for my sweet pair of vintage lamps. They are no longer a pair.
Hence the title, and then there was one. Just look at the gaping empty spot where that gorgeous lamp sat before crashing to the floor into hundreds of pieces.
Now to find a Baby-proof spot for the one remaining lamp.
The loud crash of the lamp did scare Baby. She ran into the family room and hid under the hassock. I'd like to say that this incident cured her of her wild antics, but I'm afraid she was up to her old tricks the very next day.
Changing the subject a bit, I don't normally ask for favors, but my Dad is going through a very tough time right now and I would be so grateful for any prayers or good thoughts you could offer up on his behalf. Thank you all so much.