A Nook with a Tilted Lamp

January 8, 2010

A History of Lamps

Filed under: Uncategorized — by justatiltedlamp @ 6:55 am

Lamps and me, we just don’t get along. Oh, we try, but something always goes wrong. Maybe it has to do with my relationship with lighting in general. The light switch for the light in my room is located just outside my door. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is when you want to hide away from the world, and click, the world’s gone dark, and you can’t read? The whole business gets old rather quickly when you happen to have a younger brother who adores maiming your eyes with flash lightning storms.

Right, lamps. It’s been that way since freshmen year of college when my parents and I frantically snagged a lamp from the nearby Staples so I’d have a well-lit room to inhabit. Unfortunately, it had a tendency to…melt. That is the only feasible explanation that I can come up with as to why the area would smell of burning plastic within a few minutes. (And yes, the bulb was the right wattage.) Rather than risking burning down the dorm I simply avoided my lamp.

I went sophomore year without lamp. (Thank goodness for plenty of sunlight and a fine overhead light.) Junior year, I decided to try once again. My mom and I grabbed a black one at Staples. Either it was simply difficult to assemble, or something was wrong with the parts. In the end, it worked, but the top tended to droop. Light aimed the desk was a step up from the fragrance of smoldering plastic.

This year, my final year at college, my friends decided to take it upon themselves to locate a decent a lamp for myself. While on a trip to IKEA, they found a match and brought it back with them. One particularly handy friend set it up (as she also did my bookshelves) and ta-dah, I had a well-illuminated room. It’s lovely. Even if it tilts.

Welcome to my nook; a place where I’ll hopefully write a little at times.

Advertisements

Blog at WordPress.com.