Working at an architectural antique store that specializes in lighting has the unfortunate side effect of making you a chandelier snob. And that 1980’s chandelier — bright, shiny, cheapy, lacquered brass — it was hanging in my dining room. And it became my nemesis. Since we live in an apartment, it would have to go into hiding, of course — joining its ugly cousins, the 1980’s doorknobs with worn-shiny-brass plating. (I’d rather put it into the dumpster, but we can’t all have our way.)
I forgot to take a “before” picture, but here’s our 1980’s chandelier at the party we had a few weeks ago. (I put all my guests to work, as you can see. Impolite hostess that I am.)
So, when a cute little 1925 chandelier, made by R. Williamson of Chicago, came along at the right price, it came home with me. My wonderful employers Julia and Jack set it to the right length for me and gave me all the modern attachment brackets, and Jonathan and I managed to get it up without burning the house down.
We removed the old chandelier —
Although it lost its polychrome finish to some overzealous updating over the years (you can still see some of the green on the leaves if you look at just the right angle), it still has its original little paper candle covers. Julia was laughing at me because I was so excited about the candle covers.
(I apologize for the barren state of my door header shelf here — Howie-cat jumped up there and sent everything flying to the floor, and I hadn’t yet put it all back. But we can’t all be perfect, right?)