Finding this sucker was tough! I needed something not too deep but wide in scale, ideally round and smashing in impact to center the room.
Wait short, wide, round and smashing! That's me after a two week winter holiday spent wolfing raclette and slurping gimlets!
Ummmm back to fixture . . .
Ummmm back to fixture . . .
After extensive research I learned . . . most flush mounted fixtures are fugly! Me no heart ceiling lights! Small, cutesy and just sort of moderate looking. (I will not make analogies to people I know like the Bush Family here.)
Finally I found the answer! The Jean de Merry Lumiere Eclat - only 15" deep, 45" wide and with lots of style! I found it while having lunch in the tea room at my church home, Bergdorf Goodman.
Here it is at Bergdorf's in gold. (BTW the tea room designed by my style heroine Kelly Wearstler)
And some other places in black . . .
So enough about these other people's fabulous houses and back to ME! In keeping with my Happiness Project resolution to think positive(!), I must say that I think the fixture (mine in white) looks FABULOUS! See!!!
But as my husband's face in that last shot may reveal, the instal almost killed us. It arrived fully assembled though it was SUPPOSED to be shipped in parts so it could be hung assembled piece by piece. Did I mention there were no instructions? Like a Barbie RV from China on Christmas!
As the fixture is spiky, it has NO SIDES so cannot be lifted or even held, only hung. Here it is propped up between my two dining chairs, just waiting for Mr. Fitz to come by and swing it or smash it or whatever. An expensive piñata.
Finally God's true Martyr and Saint of Home Decor Projects and Pizza Parlors, Mr. Merle Kovtun arrived to help with the instal. Luckily the King of All Husbands Gregg Brockway showed up too just in time to be pressed into service. Here is the old dinky chandelier on the floor (it came with the house and is will be sold soon on my my new website! Would look GREAT in someone ELSE'S house! ).
The install took three hours, ended up with me, Gregg and Merle all on ladders on the same time sweating like pig dogs. At one crucial moment Gregg was on two ladders at once and Merle had a sweatshirt on his head like a turban to hold the piece in place from the bottom while Gregg screwed it in. Here they are smiling ONLY because they know this snap is for the the blog!
I was cursed out for having good taste at least once by both guys. Gregg was almost impaled by the damn thing during the operation. Here he looking like the Saint of Perpetual Wife Adoration!
I am thrilled with outcome! GREAT LOOK!
BUT as for the slow and unprofessional folks at Jean De Merry who constructed this thing, I am reminded of the words Aunt Em laid onto that bicycle riding, dog napping b*tch Almira Guch, " For 23 years I have been dying to tell you what I thought of you! Well, being a Christian woman, I can't say it."
