Can't win em all
In my looking around and dreaming about what I can get my hands on next in our house, there is stuff like the boys' bathroom, painting all the bedrooms, some sort of backsplash in the kitchen if I get really ambitious, et cetera. With the impressive lighting switch in the kitchen, my list included nothing further in regards to lighting. That chandelier was the proverbial lighting mic drop.
Yes, I'm still quite proud of myself.
Enter a DIY blog post about workspace illumination. Which was a fun skim until he started talking about frustration with the lack of brightness afforded by your standard pull-string bare incandescent bulb situation. Hey, that's the same thing we have!
Apparently we missed the memo that there is an extremely doable solution to this problem. Some genius went out and invented an entire bright-white LED fixture that you can screw into a bare bulb socket. I mean seriously, how does one get onto the list for announcements like this? It's a big deal!
Aaaand all of a sudden there is a brand new item at the top of my improvements list. A quick after-work trip to Home Depot, a three minute install, and let. there. be. LIGHT. Me dancing around rejoicing in another success, Brandon standing at his work bench slack-jawed and stammering, near tears over the beauty of actually being able to see things.
That's a terrible photo, but trust me, it's marvelous. There's even one in my non-walk-in closet now.
Since there's nothing quite like a DIY high, and since we haven't had light from the ceiling fan light fixture in our bedroom for almost two years, and since we already had a replacement fan from when the electrician was supposed to come almost two years ago, Brandon and I decided together that we would take the cold rainy spring break Saturday the Lord handed to us and swap the fans.
Of course I consulted my bearded friend on Youtube, but he didn't have anything up about ceiling fans. I was led to an entire collection of DIY videos hosted and performed by an eleven-year-old. It was simple and I remembered much of the electrical part of it from my stint as an electrician last November. Cake. We were going to have light in the bedroom, at long last.
Cut the power, bumbled our way through taking down the old fixture, unboxed the new one, and did our best to follow the instructions. Of course we had to rig a couple of things because who doesn't have to rig a couple of things in a fifty-five year old house? It was hanging crooked and made noise when we spun it around with our hands, but dude, we've come this far and surely light will make up for any of that nonsense.
Turned the power back on.
Nothing.
Flipped the switch, pulled both pull cords several times.
Nothing.
Did all that a few more times.
Nothing.
So now not only do we have no light in our room, we have no air movement either.
A few options of where to go from here, but right now it seems we are content to just scowl at it as we walk by. Of course it's disappointing and I'm still a little in shock that the universe apparently just told me I'm not the natural electrician I thought I was.
Maybe the next project should not involve wires.
Yes, I'm still quite proud of myself.
Enter a DIY blog post about workspace illumination. Which was a fun skim until he started talking about frustration with the lack of brightness afforded by your standard pull-string bare incandescent bulb situation. Hey, that's the same thing we have!
Apparently we missed the memo that there is an extremely doable solution to this problem. Some genius went out and invented an entire bright-white LED fixture that you can screw into a bare bulb socket. I mean seriously, how does one get onto the list for announcements like this? It's a big deal!
Aaaand all of a sudden there is a brand new item at the top of my improvements list. A quick after-work trip to Home Depot, a three minute install, and let. there. be. LIGHT. Me dancing around rejoicing in another success, Brandon standing at his work bench slack-jawed and stammering, near tears over the beauty of actually being able to see things.
That's a terrible photo, but trust me, it's marvelous. There's even one in my non-walk-in closet now.
Since there's nothing quite like a DIY high, and since we haven't had light from the ceiling fan light fixture in our bedroom for almost two years, and since we already had a replacement fan from when the electrician was supposed to come almost two years ago, Brandon and I decided together that we would take the cold rainy spring break Saturday the Lord handed to us and swap the fans.
Of course I consulted my bearded friend on Youtube, but he didn't have anything up about ceiling fans. I was led to an entire collection of DIY videos hosted and performed by an eleven-year-old. It was simple and I remembered much of the electrical part of it from my stint as an electrician last November. Cake. We were going to have light in the bedroom, at long last.
Cut the power, bumbled our way through taking down the old fixture, unboxed the new one, and did our best to follow the instructions. Of course we had to rig a couple of things because who doesn't have to rig a couple of things in a fifty-five year old house? It was hanging crooked and made noise when we spun it around with our hands, but dude, we've come this far and surely light will make up for any of that nonsense.
Turned the power back on.
Nothing.
Flipped the switch, pulled both pull cords several times.
Nothing.
Did all that a few more times.
Nothing.
So now not only do we have no light in our room, we have no air movement either.
A few options of where to go from here, but right now it seems we are content to just scowl at it as we walk by. Of course it's disappointing and I'm still a little in shock that the universe apparently just told me I'm not the natural electrician I thought I was.
Maybe the next project should not involve wires.
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