For years, years, I had a light fixture in storage.

It had been repainted in many many many zippy colors. Just dreadful. I suspect hippies were the culprits.

I knew that buried under all the color was a lovely 1920s pan-style fixture. I just had to strip it to reveal the hidden beauty.

But every time I paused to look at the fixture I would think: I don’t have the time. Maybe later.

And this went on for years.

The other day I paused yet again before the fixture and thought: I don’t have the time. Maybe later.

Then an inner voice scolded: Oh for God’s sake. JUST DO IT!

Geez.

So I hauled the damn fixture out of my vast storage vaults, stripped off the damn paint, and gasped when it was all done.

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