The lights that came with the house are builder-grade, brass nightmares that have vexed us since the day we moved in.

We've been eyeballing replacements for a while. We don't want anything too matchy-matchy, but they shouldn't look ridiculous together either since they're all in the same area. We found three we liked, opting to replace the hideous "chandelier" with a ceiling fan. Then we spent the afternoon installing them. Or more accurately, Scott installed them while I handed him things, and held stuff.
So much better...
And I can finally get rid of that fucking chandelier. Did I mention it's held together with Scotch tape? Gross.
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