Fat Brass Lamp
I think we can all agree that brass is back, no? I mean, there are certain brass touches I am not a fan of, but give me some old, burnished, weathered brass any day.
Like my parrot. And little brass chalices.
So when I saw this fattie at my favorite sketchy flea market, well…I waited.
Not sure why I waited. It was only $20. And I’d been halfway searching for a lamp like this ever since I saw one at our fab florist’s apartment during the wedding extravaganza. But I courted this one for a month or more before finally taking it home. It’s the Corduroy of lamps.
Also, THAT’S my Moody Glam wall! Isn’t that 5 foot section purty?
But, Chub needed a new shade. I actually left the shade that was on it at the thrift store. And I wanted to go big! bold! glam!
Enter one shady lady:
This mamma jamma is 15″ wide and super enormous. Full disclosure—see the little dings down toward the bottom? Well this was the SECOND shade I had sent to me. The first one was completely beat up, despite being in a giant box with tons of styrofoam. I complained and sent it back for a new one. Well, the second one was far from perfect, but I was tired of playing this little game so I just turn the dinged side toward the wall and pull a Scarlett O’Hara and refuse to think about it. The black and the gold are paper, so I guess that explains the fragile nature. Also, I’m pretty sure that writing “FRAGILE” on a box is like asking for light mayo on a sandwich at Subway. Pointless.
So, I plopped the shade on the lamp, aaaaand…
Remind you of anyone?
Hey, hey, hey! We got a short harp situation here.
One trip to Lamp Arts later to by the cheapest thing in the store BY FAR. Seriously, $200 shades are the norm in there. A 14″ harp? $2.37.
And now it fits juuuust right.
I love how the black shade reflects the blue wall. It’s the navyblack of my dreams.
The brass trunk is from the East Ridge Kmart circa 1990. (What up with 2 shoutouts to the East Ridge Kmart–that’s probably long gone by now–in the course of one week?) The trunk is full of stuffed animals and Baby-Sitters Club books. Maybe some Sweet Valley Highs if I’m lucky. Hey, it is Sadie’s room too. A teen’s gotta read.
And here’s a shot with the light on.
Brass reflecting brass reflecting brass. It’s the never-ending story. (Another movie I never really saw. Along with The Karate Kid. And Fast Times at Ridgemont High. If it didn’t have Shelley Long in it, I probably never saw it.)
So far so good?