I am fascinated with my chandelier. I can't stop looking at it. It has cast a spell over me.
I recently moved into this house, a 1917 brick house, downtown Hamilton. And I am not ashamed to say that the chandelier was a selling point.
The kitchen has mismatched cupboards! Peel and stick floor! The bathroom is tiny! That Titanic-sized jacuzzi tub takes up the entire room!
Yes, but did you see the chandelier?
The chandelier is basically chunks of glass dangling from the ceiling with a few light fixtures attached (do not exceed 60 watts!)
The not so humble chandelier has had a bad rap. They have been considered tacky and old fashioned. I can only imagine all of the gorgeous chandeliers that have been ripped out of homes, to be replaced by something modern, sleek and, well, boring.
Maybe my chandelier may look silly to you, but wait until you see it refracting light, casting shadows as the sunlight moves throughout the room during the day. And then, at night, when you actually turn it on. The humble dining room becomes Napoleon's drawing room, or Marie Antoinette's salon (and yes, there will be cake!)
I may be exaggerating, (who, me?) but the point is that the chandelier creates a sense of drama, however puny my own personal drama may be.
Having a chandelier is like having Christmas lights in your house all year long; full of cheer and delight. Who wouldn't want that?
(Take that, you mavens of minimalist "good taste".)