If you are reading this thinking that it will be about vampires and werewolves, you are barking up the wrong tree. Sorry for deceiving you.
This is about the light in our cottage closet.
I love this light. It has the most gorgeous glass and ironwork. It is from before the turn of the century. I saw it at my favorite antique lighting store and instantly fell in love. I tried to find a place for it somewhere in our light fixture void and came up with the perfect locale, the walk in closet.
However this light, it…it…it…doesn’t give off much light.
However, every time I see it, I sigh and feel romantic.
People that know me might say, especially my husband, that I have a light fixture fetish. It could possibly be less bad than other kinds, right?
Now, as I search for my clothes in the twilight of my very own closet, feeling romantic, I have something to blame mismatched socks on.
Afterall, we all look better in romantic lighting, am I not right?