I am a 70-year-old woman in a 43-year-old body. And I have been since I was 19. I bought these lamps the other day as combination reward, retail therapy and economic stimulus. I adore them and have been stalking them for a while. As I have had a streak of things on my wish/wait list being purchased when I return cash-in-hand, I decided to actually buy these instead of mourn them. They are not white, but a really lovely celadon to pale blue. The front hall was dullsville and these seemed the perfect pick-me-up. Perplexed at the prospect of shades, I stood in the lamp shop yesterday befuddled. As one option was placed upon the harp I cocked my head and said, "Kinda old lady." The lovely woman helping me bit her tongue, but pointedly raised one brow.
Labels: Musings from the Dream House
