Willow of the Wood

When I bought this light fixture for *Mila's* room, she was situated in the smallest bedroom of three that I painted vanilla milkshake (aka white). Now that she's in this dramatic chocolate room, this chandelier has taken on a new form. I think I'll take it with us when we move. If we move. If there is a possibility that I can talk *Steve* out of buying the old farmhouse down the highway that needs over $100,000 worth of work. I was willing to settle for something that just needed a new kitchen. I don't want to have to call the exterminator, humane society and have chickens in the backyard. No chickens! I repeat: No chickens EVER!

signed, the willow