I never ended up liking the light fixtures I picked out for the kitchen in our house 2 years ago when the place was built. Specifically, I hated the one above our dining room table. So, when the kids were in their most wild mid-afternoon craze, I upped and turned off the power in the whole house, not really knowing which individual breaker to switch for the one light. I took apart the fixture, removed the light bulb and the socket in its entirety, and waited for Joe to get home. Poor guy. He gets in and I say, "Ok, honey. I have this great idea about replacing our kitchen light fixtures with big old ball jars. What do you think?" He took one look at what I had done and promptly replaced the light bulb part of the fixture, then turned the power back on. Oh, he also drilled a whole in a wide-mouth ball jar cover and added a screw top lid to the fixture in case I decided to randomly decide on a jar while he wasn't looking. I know it's hard to believe, but this already looks better than what was there before:
Next, I hopped in the van on a cold and rainy Monday, kids in tow, and ran up to Peter Snell's antique place on route 202 in Hollis Center. Now, if you've ever driven by the place, you might not guess it to be the kind of spot where you'd find fine art or other beautiful vintage items. On the contrary, however, (I always wanted to say that!), the acreage of beat-up trailers, broken-down dump trucks, and other modes of ugly storage is jam-packed (note use of "jam") with tons and tons of old and perfect items. From old windows to ladders, tools to toys, furniture to jars, it is a picker's dream. Yeah, I stole that term right off my favorite tv show, American Pickers. So I drove the van around the dirt roads that wind about the place and right up to the little trailer I know to be filled with antique jars. Ball jars, clear, green, blue, you name it. Malted milk jugs, mustard jars, liniment jars, all kinds of funky old glass stuff. It was awesome. I bribed the girls with their own individual sticks of gum while they waited for me on the steps of the trailer. Oh, and by the way, Peter Snell mentioned that American Pickers will be featuring his place in August next year! How cool is that? That practically makes me famous! Enough about my fame. This is what I brought home:
And this is what I did before Joe arrived home from work on the same afternoon. The photo's not great, but I'm telling you, I love it! I can't wait to use a couple more of the jars to do the island lights in the kitchen.