Chandeliers cost too much at their cheapest for me to buy one that I don't love. The chandeliers that I love would require some saving and there are many things I would rather spend money on right now. I had resolved to just live with our current chandelier and look at it as little as possible. It was a metal multi color rub something something...I would never shop for this look so I don't have a clue what to call it. I didn't get a before picture...oops. You can see the bottom of it below. It had small, off-white lamp shades over each bulb which I removed pretty soon after we moved in.
|Whit and Uncle Ryan opening presents.|
Oh and the sconces in the family room (seen behind Whit and Uncle Ryan) are brass. WHAT!? I don't know how this kind of thing happens. It bugs me all day.
Ok so. The light.
I love when you get an idea and know it's the right thing. I could have so much more done if I didn't spend so much time wavering back and forth between ideas. The second I read about painting a chandelier I knew exactly what I was going to do. No wavering.
Here is the wall paper in our kitchen:
Incase you are wondering about the flow: The overall feel of the wall paper is pink which is what works with my dresser and chairs. Greens and blues are happening in the dining room and formal living room.
I knew immediately that my chandelier would be purple. Purple things have been working their way into my kitchen accessories over the past two years but I haven't fully committed. I have a love/hate relationship with purple. It's one of those colors I like but can't wear or live in...you know? I love the purple in the wall paper, though...a gray lavender. Purple but not PURPLE. Also, purple starts sounding terrible when you say it too much. Purple.
After cleaning it and taping the electrical parts, I hung the chandelier from a tree branch and primed.
It looked so cool in the tree I was tempted to leave it. Not really, but the juxtaposition was entertaining.
I used Krylon's Gum Drop. I was afraid with a light color and all the pink happening already that I would get this pastel "ice cream" feeling. I don't expect that to make sense but that is the name of my fear. It's like when you go into an ice cream shop and the whole place smells like sugar. By the time you get to the counter you don't even want ice cream b/c the smell was enough...it doesn't sound like a bad feeling..but it is. It's just too much sweetness.
It turns out that feeling didn't happen. Every time I see it I smile...literally.