During the same time we were getting our furnace installed for the second floor, Scott did a final sweep of the attic (which is where the furnace now lives). He picked up bits of loose debris, double checked the work on our leaky roof hatch (that was properly fixed by our contractors during the whole no-ceiling-living) and mentioned to me in passing, oh, I found a cool – I think, anyway – floor lamp up there.
He stuck the lamp in our temporary storage room (aka, a room full of unpacked boxes, scattered tools and paint rollers), and over the weekend – months later! – we finally pulled it back out to get a good look at it. With the nook room freshly painted, we wanted to see how it would work in there – that is, if it was worth keeping.
Because after all, it seems only fitting that our funny little nook should have a funny little light, right?
There’s nothing terribly fancy about it; it was rusted, slightly wobbly and it looked as though it might’ve had a shade at one point. We liked the idea of keeping something in our house that once belonged to a previous owner (although which one, we’ll never really know), so we screwed in a regular bulb (we found it bulb-less), plugged it in for a quick test, and – voila! – we had a working floor lamp.
Of course it would need a bit of a refresh, so we flipped it over to see how it was all strung together, and it appears to most definitely be homemade; which, by the way, is even better! Perhaps one of our pet-chicken-having past owners made it? (Okay, probably not.) The base was just an old ashtray, and the lamp kit was pulled together with some pipes, nuts and an extra long bolt.
There was definitely something rattling around inside, and out came a handful of beads (wrapped in tape?) and dried leaves (flower petals of some kind?). We actually liked the natural patina on the lamp, but we did want to buff in a bit more shine using Eagle One Nevr-Dull. Juuust a touch.
We spray painted the base a matte black, tightened everything back up (wobbly no more!), removed the harp holder (had to look that one up) and replaced the standard bulb with an Edison bulb. Not bad!
I’m not going to say that this would’ve been our first choice for a lamp in this room (you know, say, if we went to the store to buy anything our hearts desired), but we absolutely love that there’s an unknown story behind it. We can only assume that it was made by someone else who once lived in our home – someone who, maybe, loved this home, too?
There’s a story behind it, a history. And that’s the best part.