Ode to a Lamp

If you found yesterdays blurb inspiring, no worries, I’m back to normal with something the opposite of that. It’s all about this lamp.

Right now it’s sitting on top of the built on shelf of what used to be a very useful computer desk when we needed a pull-out perch for a keyboard. (The desk is now a collection spot in the bedroom for ”things that have to be put somewhere” until they finally make their way out the door headed for Value Village or the garbage bin.) The lamp is rather close to the ceiling when it sits up there. I thought it might throw more light down on me if it was up higher, but no such luck.

It’s one of those purchases I look at now and wonder “what was I thinking” and then feel the need to remember (or invent) my thought processes to justify carting it home. I liked how it looked, absolutely. I was in my ”African” obsessed stage of decorating development. I still have elephants and giraffes and decorative masks on my walls, and even some weird animal print candles hanging around, but less than half the amount of stuff I used to have. The lamp fit with the decor at the time but would also be useful as a light source I thought. Amazing how I failed to notice the shade being opaque.

Our house was built when nobody put overhead lighting in their living rooms, thus our need for a lamp or two. Unfortunately I have a history of poor lamp choices. I think it began with a cursed pole lamp wedding gift with three upside-down green tulip shades. It shed ugly lamp vibes all over me and I’ve been lamp doomed ever since. Remember swag lamps? Yep, I’d likely still have mine, creepy looking chain and all, if it hadn’t shorted out and tried to burn the house down.

For whatever obscure reason I still like this silly thing. It’s been moved all over the house in search of a spot where it might fit in and belong. It casts a dull glow in a dark corner but fails utterly otherwise. It’s too tall for a table, too short for the floor, hard to dust, and has an inconvenient switch partway down its cord. And yet, here it is, with a face only a doomed lamp lady could love.

I love it SO much, if someone snuck it out of my house and I never saw it again I might not even notice it was gone.

6 thoughts on “Ode to a Lamp

  1. You could re-purpose- find a way to put a bottom on the shade and you have a little trash receptacle to put near a desk. Take out the electrical aspects from the rest and it turns into an efficient club to keep by the bed just in case those sneaker intruders make it into the house.

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  2. That’s a stunning lamp. It has real character, you would never think a lamp could have character but that one really does. It wants to tell you something. I would never have associated it with African decor but there we go! Another thing that really stood out to me was the fact that overhead lighting in living rooms was not a common thing? When was this? I am OBSESSED with living room lighting. Last year we lived in a really tiny and cramped and depressing house and I used to go for a lot of walks in dark evenings and have a look into other people’s living rooms as I walked past. They all looked so cosy and comfy and made me daydream of living in their living rooms as opposed to coming home to my nasty cold weird bright depressing one. Once it clicked… NONE of those living rooms had overhead lighting? Who thinks of that? Who comes up with it? Is lighting something people consider when they decorate their living rooms? Ours came fitted with a huge silver chandelier that was the ugliest thing known to man so we replaced with with something more gentle and wooden. I love it but it’s not cosy. Maybe the answer is lamps. Anyway, long comment, and all to say I love your lamp. It’s imposing but a dwarf, I can see why you like it…and now you’ve written a blog post about it I think you may miss it if someone was to sneak it out!

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    • I love your long comments! And thanks for confirming my strange attachment to this odd little lamp. The only reason it went with my African stuff is because it is wooden and dark brown, like a lot of the masks and carvings. This house and my sisters (eastern and western provinces) were both built in the 1970’s I think, both with no overhead lighting in the living rooms, but with hanging lights over the dining room tables, so indirect lighting I guess, but definitely a need for lamps. They have now renovated theirs so it’s open plan, natural light from both sides of the house and lots of pot lights in the ceiling. We continue to sit in the dark. lol. I’ve watched enough decorating shows to know how important lighting is to the ambience of a room and soft lighting that casts interesting shadows does make things more cosy. Probably why we like Christmas tree lights so much when they’re lit up in a dark room. Yes I do believe this lamp has a grip on me and staying power, however useless it is.


  3. I’m so happy to get your posts again. It’s been years for some reason. I like the lamp and other than for reading, at 84 I prefer soft dark lighting because dust and wrinkles don’t show in it.

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    • Haha isn’t that the truth! Dim lighting is very kind. I have a portion of my hallway and living room that gets direct sunlight some days and it’s amazing how dust and crumbs accumulate there – but only while the sun shines of course. I have a little hand held cordless vacuum that works well on those pesky areas. ❤️


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