A quick visit to a local Junior League resale/thrift shop yesterday amidst a week of fun and fabulous chaosity
(I might have made up that word)
yielded a pair of these lovely wicker lamps for the mere price of one Jackson.
Just in case you also have 3 children who suck money out of you like a Hoover in a dirt factory so that you can never keep it long enough to even remember whose head is on which bill,
a Jackson is $20.
I looked it up.
In my daughter's wallet.
For quite some time I have been waiting for the right pair of lamps for my living room
(i.e. attractive, yet affordable.)
Here is what was there previously:
I painted them.
And the shades.
But when I saw these wicker gals I was immediately drawn to the warm color and texture.
Once I saw the $10 price tag I knew they both wanted to come home with me so that we could be best friends forever!
The most bestest part, though, is that I can use them in several other rooms or at one of the lake houses if I decide to change things up.
Which is likely.
Because I never keep any decor in my house the same for too long.
But here's where they are for the time being.
And, yes, Buster is still alive and doing what he loves best which amounts to sleeping in his dog bed and growling at anyone who doesn't approach bearing treats.
He also smells like Fritos.
À la vie et à l'amour