Today, we've got a bad cat in our house named "Fluffy" or "Buttercup". She's been banned from sleeping inside our house until she stops releasing her anal glands on our couch. By the way, she's a stuffed animal from IKEA. She's been duly warned, nonetheless.
In visiting a favourite haunt of *Steve's* and a secret haunt of mine (the Re-Use Centre), we were able to get this hard-wired chandelier that had been ripped out of someone's ceiling in desperate frustration for all of $5.
When it came into the house, *Steve* immediately took it out to the garage, hung it upside down and gutted it of electrical remains. Then he followed up with a coat of black matte Tremclad spray paint. Hey, That is my hairdryer!!!
When all was done, we plopped in 5 tea lights (which fit perfectly) and added some gems from IKEA. The bottom plus-shaped jewel? Well, in 1985 those were dangling from my ears. Yearbook anyone? It's been 20 years since I danced in that high school gym at my "senior prom".
signed, the willow
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