We spent a whirlwind Saturday morning at the light store. The light store was, oddly enough, intense. And I simply have no other way to describe it.

Imagine a store that opens at 9AM, and us with our silly little 9AM appointment expecting to be the lone car sitting in the lot waiting like eager little kids on Halloween to pounce when the neon light burns up and someone appears to unlock the glass doors. We were not alone. In fact, despite hopping from the car seconds after the OPEN sign lit, we were among the second dozen people to clamber into the shop. And we're not talking IKEA here; this is a little corner light shop. Selling lamps. Bulbs. Chandeliers.

Not exactly what I would expect on an early Saturday morning.

To top off the fun of pushing our way to the counter to check in for our appointmnet, it was quickly discovered that our "consultant" had just found out that her Grandmother had passed away. I have all the sympathy in the world. It's just an odd thing to deal with as one excitedly contemplates the joys of halogen lighting.

This, officially, means we're roughly half done slecting colours and flooring, and wood grains to match our bizaare personalities. I don't have much in the way of images from these adventures, so what I do have I'll share one fragment at a time. Cope.

October 25, 2004 after 11AM | house , weird | this is more