Good morning M’Ladies, happy Monday to you! I hope you all enjoyed your weekend and are ready for another week of fun and happiness.
I am still glowing after this weekend. I got a lot accomplished, mostly in the actually finishing of various projects. I don’t know why it is, but in my book a project isn’t finished until I really can’t think of one more thing to do to it or to add. And since halfway through a project I usually come up with ideas to ‘perfect’ it, there is always that one thing that I haven’t done. So finishing a project always takes forever!
But this weekend I got our house cleaned up (most needed) and some projects finished, and in their rightful place and ready to be used. Ah that feels good!
And I have been glowing ever since. Oh how I love it when a plan comes together….
Ok, but first things first. I have shown you some examples of my thrifting ways here before, but my thrifting partner is responsible for some of our Flea Market stash too.
This is the lamp in our hallway. Personally rescued from the dungeons at my in-laws by My Love. It is an old lamp in the style of Gispen. It actually might be a real one, we are not sure, but it is definitely an old lamp. My Love found it while we were cleaning out the basement in his parents house and as he recalls, it never hung in the house so it probably comes from the monastery where my father-in-law used to work.
It really has that vintage industrial vibe going that I love so much.
Like an UFO in our hallway, although this flying object has been identified a long time ago.
My love is responsible for another hallway light. This one he found at a French Flea Market last year.
Also looks a bit like a Gispen lamp, but this one is not so old, so definitely not an original. My Love found it and bargained for it (in French!) all by himself and since he got to take it away for 3 euro’s he is still kicking himself he didn’t get the other two they were selling too.
And as of yesterday a lamp I rescued from my parents house has a new home too.
You may have seen this lamp before.
It is the lamp I had hanging in my craft room in the attic. It is an old lamp from my parents that used to hang in our downstairs hallway. Like forever. It must be at least 55 years old because my parents built the house in 1954. But I am not sure whether they bought it new back then, or whether they already had it.
My new little guest room had one of those ugly, and boring ceiling lights and I thought it deserved better. So I shopped the house and decided my craft room lamp could be revamped. So I gave the lamp a little makeover, and now she is proudly hanging in her new home, good for another 50 years.
I thought she would look better in white and I was right. The glass makes much more of an impact now.
I will be on the lookout for a clear glass bead to replace the green one with, but who knows, maybe the green will grow on me…
I just love surrounding myself with objects that have a history and memories attached, especially as I can make them fit into my style and add my own little touch to them.
I think my mother would approve….
So what do you think about my thrifted lamps, and the treasure-scouting-talent of My Love? And do you agree my lamp looks so much better in white?