Firstly, I must apologise for the unoriginal title. But the conclusion to The Chandelier Saga is a story that needs to be told. If nothing else, as a cautionary tale as to how an obsessive desire for a fuchsia light fitting could almost break your marriage. (Surely women everywhere are enduring similar hardships.)
At last – the hot pink light fixture is now installed in baby girls nursery and the room is complete… with only days to spare before her arrival.
Admittedly, I did get slightly obsessed during the process (I blame pregnancy hormones) and the search for and installation of the chandelier did nearly result in divorce, but now that it’s done I think it was a worthwhile exercise.
The chandelier itself seems to provoke one of two reactions: Squeals of delight from the ladies and eyeball rolling from the men, who inevitably ask me what will happen with the light if baby girl turns out to be a boy.
The one exception to the rule, my two-year old son, who pointed at the light fixture saying ‘New light!’ then exclaiming with what can only be described as unbridled delight: ‘I LOVE pink’. Words every macho Aussie bloke would love to hear his son say, I’m sure. Hubby actually winced when I relayed that conversation.
He squarely blames my fuchsia themed Christmas decorations last year…which may or may not have something to do with it. Master 2 now associates hot pink with sweets and Christmas presents… whoops.
Thankfully my hubby has grudgingly come to terms with all the pink (lets face it, he had no other option) and all is well again.
Of course it is very easy to get caught up in this decorating caper and forget that it all came about because of the need to make way for another human being – who’ll be here in just a mere few days.
This actually required quite a lot of manouvering – our poor little house, pre-extension, is not cut out to fit a family of four. But thanks to Operation Convert Storage Cupboard into Makeshift Little Boys room – we now have a three bedroom house. OK, the kids rooms aren’t perfect. But at least our sons room no longer looks like a scene from Hoarders.
As for the minor matter of the extension, we did hit a little speed bump over Christmas, when my desire for vaulted ceilings in the living area was renewed thanks to a spread in Home Beautiful. But today we learned (from our very patient draftsperson) my longed for vaulted ceilings can not co-exist on the same planet as our Beautiful But Inconveniently Located Jacaranda Tree. And after the hell I’ve put my husband through recently, I feel I have to let him win that one. So the tree really IS staying. And our plans really WILL be submitted this time. Really.