If you are my friend on Facebook you saw this:
KAMI! You are the winner of the impromptu give away! You are $20 richer. And… those of you who don’t like me on Facebook, you are missing out. Clearly. So go and do it.
I had a job to do. When we have parties, which is often, we push the table up against the wall, so everyone can hit their head on the dandy chandy. Our
creative ghetto solution was to tie it to a pillar. Naturally.
Due to my sledge hammer happiness, there is no half wall to tie the chandelier to.
And… with our new open concept arrangement, the chandelier no longer hangs properly over the table. Le sigh.
Because everything comes in threes, let’s just say I HATED IT RED. After we started styling the living room, red clashed bad.
I am a crazy lady, and volunteered my construction zone to be the venue for my big sister’s baby shower, and the last thing I wanted was people bonking their heads on that swinging piece of metal. Since I had to take it down to add more chain so I could swing it… I might as well give it a makeover. :)
I took it down ALL BY M’SELF! (Aaron was at meetings.)
At least I was smart enough to turn off the power to the dining room before turning myself into gluten free toast.
And I unwired it like it was my J-O-B.
Since this was my 2nd round at spray painting a chandelier, I’m basically an expert. So I expertly roped it up in my ghetto-garage. (I love the person who made a comment on the Facebook post asking if a tent was involved. Thanks for being so dang rad.) I left the garage door open as to not cook myself in VOCs. But… it was tempting.
Priming was a no brainer. Then it was straight to gun-metal grey. I don’t mess around. Especially when I have 2 days to get a chandelier down, repainted, dried, and hung back up (by myself, thanks to a late-night-workin-bread-winner) before the party. And of course I knew this party was coming for 2 months, and I waited 2 days to get started. #Procrastinators4Life
Three coats later, I was ready to hang her back up. But this time, I was going to install a hook. So you know, we could raise and lower her at will instead of roping her sideways. AND so we could swing her right over the table. Every Chandy needs a little swag.
To install the hook, we used a toggle bolt.
It was easy peasy. You just start to twist the screw in, then punch the butterfly part in the ceiling, and then it is there for good. Toggles are meant to hold the weight of 19 Hun soldiers (I watched Mulan this week.), and mainly chandeliers. The hook attached to the other end of the screw. We were left with this nice consequence:
I’m a fan. Hooks all around!
I’m also a major fan of the new color. Much less punchy than the red, and more cohesive with the living room. It’s like learning to wear matching socks. Like picking a chandelier color, I was happy I got my socks right the 2nd time around.
Aaron also bought me flowers to say “GOOD JOB HOME GIRL.” What a nice eternal companion.
My shaved dogs sat in the sun quietly while I photographed the dandy chandy. It’s probably because they’re contemplating their sadness at being publicly naked. It’s easy to sulk in embarrassment. Poor pups. Bad haircuts are the worst.
Do you think I’m getting boring by removing the color from my house? Am I sucked into the trendy grey-wave? More importantly, are YOU?!