Friday, November 28, 2014
Once upon a time, when our crazy little light was new, it included a covering for each rod. Only one remains. The others have turned up missing. The covers looked like a branch of a Christmas tree. You’d slip them over each rod – kinda like a fuzzy green condom. Frankly, I like it better the way it is now.
Like people, antiques and oddities should be judged for what they are now – not what they once were. Take me for example. I was once a little rowdy and rough around the edges. Now I’m perfect.
