Let There Be Light

Jeremiah is making his way up the handyman ladder quite impressively.

His most recent undertaking (which actually occurred a couple weeks ago but I'm clearly horrible at keeping things up-to-date around here) included switching out two lights. People, this is not just handy work, this is handy work plus electrical. And knock on wood (for no house fires), this not-so-amateur-anymore handyman did a flawless job.

Since day one, we've known we just had to get rid of the formal dining room chandelier hanging in our "study." We chose to have this formal dining area closed in with french doors to act as another room to house maybe a desk and computer, maybe guests, or maybe even a baby in the future. Before Jeremiah tackled the lighting, it was an awkward and barren wasteland of a room. It's still a barren wasteland, but now slightly less awkward with the removal of the chandelier. In its place, we have a crazy light from Ikea. Even crazier are the shadows it creates on the wall that I wasn't expecting. If you are thinking to yourself, hmm that light looks a little high, that's because it is. Ducking through the room to get to the desk was no way to live. Hitting one's head on the chandelier when forgetting to duck was no way either. Once we actually have some furniture in the room we think it'll all even out.

And so, what to do with the chandelier. It's not a bad looking light, and after researching, we found it costs a pretty penny, too. So, why not transfer it to the other neglected space in the condo--the master bedroom sitting area. Before the fancy addition, there was the cheapest, ugliest light hung flush to the ceiling. Horrible and plastic and blah. We certainly gave the sitting area a different feel with the change, and we think it's a good one. After we hang curtains and really figure that space out some more we think it'll come together.

All in all two good transformations. Jeremiah, what a guy.