The light fixture that was there was original to the house. Circa 1968. I have no idea how we didn't rip it down sooner. The project was so sudden he didn't take a before shot so here it is in the background of a kitchen photo. A beauty.
Sean replaced it with an recessed eyeball can in its place.
Then we couldn't let its twin down the hall go ignored.
Crappy picture but even crappier when the light is on. It gives me a headache.
After 6 years of searching for a fixture I found this guy. The kids and the husband think it looks like a snare drum on the ceiling. It does.
Now that guy with his hand in the ceiling wants to repaint the hall. Apparently he's done with the green. I guess I am too. This is how that happens.