First off, I must explain that I live in
Arizona. It’s a desert. For anyone who might not already know this, Arizona has
two seasons, warm and boiling. I am a firm believer that when the bible speaks
of sending people to a burning hell, it is in fact alluding to the fact that
the bad people of this world will eventually be sent to Arizona in the summer
with no air conditioning!!
You get the point.
So the other day I was sitting at my counter,
sweating despite the fact that the overhead fan was working its little fan guts
out to give me some relief when I was struck by a question. How many fans do I
have in my house? Out of curiosity or a total inability to stay focused on what
I was writing, I took a little stroll through the house and counted fans. Twenty. I
counted twenty fans currently being used on a daily basis. I started realizing
there were big ones overhead and small ones on tables. High one and low ones, white ones and red
ones. It was like a bad Dr. Suess fan story.
I was embarrassed to discover that I had three, count them three fans in
the bathroom because there is nothing worse than your makeup melting off as
you’re putting it on (true story).
I even have a overhead fan in the bedroom I’ve
given the name Bob, which isn’t that weird considering I name frogs that we
find in the pool Bob. However, Bob, in this case stands for B-BIG O-OLD
B-BLOWER because Bob is the biggest size fan you can buy (70 inch blade!!). BOB
ROCKS, but it is a little awkward when my husband asks me to turn on Bob just
before we lay down to go to bed, mostly because I’m not that kind of girl!
So after counting all my fans, and sweating as I
did so, I had a terrifying thought. I’m doomed to having fans as light fixtures
for the rest of my life. Some of you might say, so what. Some of you that are
practical like my husband would take function over beauty any day. Don’t get me
wrong, I’m grateful for my little spinning friends, but just once I would love
to look up and see a chandelier dangling down sending little shards of light
this way and that- Or I’d take a big old sixties style bamboo light casting a
soft glow on my kitchen table. I’d even be thrilled with an old meter lamp like
my dad used to have next to the bedside. Anything fun and funky, because for
some reason lighting is my thing and while IKEA may provide me with choices my
hot climate does not. Do I appreciate my fans, I do, but now you know why I
dream of chandelier’s I’ll never have. The question I leave you with is what
quirky thing you live with in your house and what do dream of changing?
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