One of the quirks of owning a home that was built in the 60's is that we moved in to no ceiling lights in the house except for the kitchen. (See also: no electrical outlets in the bathrooms) We didn't have very many lamps, so we purchased a couple to get by, but let's just say that we've been getting dressed in the semi-dark for the past 18 months.
So a few weeks ago, Brian began the project of crawling through attic insulation with a lamp strapped to this head to run the wiring required to put ceiling lights in the 4 bedrooms. I'm slightly embarrassed by the state of these bedrooms as I share these photos, but I figure that it's the 23rd of November, and if you are still reading, then you know me well enough to know that I'm no Martha Stewart.
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| We opted for a ceiling fan for our room. I used to have to open the blinds in the morning to see to dry my hair (because you know, no outlets in the bathrooms). |
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| Those of you who have stayed in our guest room will be thrilled that you no longer have to stumble around to a 40 watt bulb. (We put the same fixture in the nursery) |
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| Another ceiling fan for Katy and David's room. Oh, do you like how I changed it from "Katy's room" to "Katy and David's" by shoving a crib in the corner with a firetruck comforter? The fun decor will have to wait until we figure out the permanent residents. |
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