Hello! Happy Tuesday. It’s going to be 51 degrees here today. 56 degrees tomorrow. I live in upstate New York. It’s January. What the ???? I’m not complaining, mind you, just a little flummoxed. Flummox (bewildered, perplexed) is an old-fashioned word that I’ve just decided to use more often. Do you like old-fashioned words like I do?
The bare-bones lampshade is still sitting on the kitchen table and I’m sick of seeing it there. Therefore, I must decide what to do with it. I’ve thought of just about every possibility, with great help from all of you, and I remain undecided. But…
Yesterday afternoon, while Don was in his sickbed (why are men so difficult when they are under the weather?), I started playing around with some vintage doilies I have in my stash. These particular doilies have aged to a sort of pale beige – if I chose a designer-like name for the color I would use Café au Lait. I temporarily fastened them onto the frame with paperclips.
I’d have to do a fair amount of adjusting, but I rather like the frame being exposed here and there. With the light on:
Hmmm. It’s awfully pretty. I don’t want something too frou-frou. Somehow, this doesn’t come across as too frilly.
I must say that the light shining through the doilies is a very pretty look.
It would also catch the sunlight from the kitchen windows. (I’m looking at it right now from the den and the sunlight is giving it a wonderful glow.)
It’s a work in progress. Not the finished product.
Is it right for my cozy, homey, country kitchen? I’m growing quite fond of it.