I have been restoring vintage lights since I was a teenager in the mid-1970s. An Interstate highway was being rammed through the city where I lived, and I ran (steps ahead of the bulldozers, and with my shag haircut flying) from one incredible building to another, and from one incredible house to another, and salvaged everything I could.
My poor, bewildered parents. Their garage was soon chock-a-block with what I thought were treasures beyond compare. But which they thought was just useless flotsam. I did though once overhear my mom say: “Well, at least he’s not out doing drugs.”
However, when all their boring lights were systematically replaced with the most stunning lights they had ever seen – and all for free, rewired, and restored – they soon had second thoughts about the flotsam. (I paid for new parts by mowing lawns!)
Fast forward many decades.
One day I realized I had a pile of old lights rusting away in my basement. I hauled a few out, restored them (bringing back many old memories), and listed them on eBay.
At the time I had no idea, not a clue, that I had just radically changed my life.
Within months my life was unrecognizable, and I was working full time restoring vintage lighting and selling the fixtures across America.
My new e-commerce website is now online. Whoee! Please feel free to shop and purchase here:
My blog post are below.
Up & Down. Up & Down. Up & Down.
Arrive at Cross House. Temperature: High. UP Ascend to top floor, crawl though small window and out to scary-high scaffolding. Struggle into disposable Tyvek suit and sand wood trim and shingles to smooth perfection. Task complete. Peel suit off from dripping wet body. Struggle to not collapse and fall off scary-high scaffolding. Struggle back…
Continue ReadingUnexpected Visitors, Unexpected Discoveries, & a Hopeful Spell
Yesterday, I came down from high up on the scaffolding and sat in a chair, in front of a fan on high, to cool off. Then I heard a knock on the front door. I was not expecting anybody, and instantly thought of the great line by Dorothy Parker wherever somebody knocked on her door,…
Continue ReadingAvenging Another 1930s Lightolier Knock-Out
Yesterday, I did a post about a Lightolier fixture I had in storage forever. Feeling quite guilty all of a sudden, I hauled it out and restored it. The results were a glory. Inspired, this morning I went back into the dark recesses of my storage vaults and hauled out another Lightolier which had been…
Continue ReadingFurry Babies!
The other day I was sitting at my desk. It was late in the day but still daytime. Then something caught my eye out the window. Oh. Oh! OH! Scampering past was a mother raccoon and SIX babies! SIX! It is unusual seeing them during daylight hours but with SIX babies to nurse I assumed…
Continue ReadingAvenging a 1930s Lightolier Knock-Out
Like eight years ago I purchased a way cool 1930s light fixture by the fabulous Lightolier Company. It was in poor shape, so I took it apart to rewire, repaint, and refurbish. And there it sat. Year after year after year. On occasion I would pull out the box-o-parts from the storage shelf, look at…
Continue ReadingKenny Brings…A Gift!
So, I got an email from Kenny: “I have a gift that you might like for the parlor.” Oh! I met Kenny last year when he came by from Kansas City for a tour of the Cross House. We have been in touch a bit since and I looked forward to seeing Kenny again, gifts notwithstanding….
Continue ReadingBeing Agog With Base Shoe Molding
Base shoe molding is that little strip of molding at the bottom of your base. It is intended to fill the gap between floor and base. Most of the shoe base in my parlor was missing, and what remained broke apart when removed. It tends to do that. So, I knew I would have to…
Continue ReadingWanna See My Cool Grilles?
Last week I did a post about replacing the cheap AC floor grilles in the parlor. I wanted to avoid confusing the all-important historical narrative so grilles which were distinctly modern (and high quality) was my aim. I fell in love with grilles made by Kul (pronounced cool) but not a single reader liked them!…
Continue ReadingClassic Black
Black-painted sashes were the norm for a long time. Then, somewhere along the way, certainly after WWII, white became the new norm, and this color choice is now entrenched. But if you have an old house I hope you will consider going black. I love my sashes in black.
Continue ReadingWhy I love Justin
Last year, I had the AC condensers removed, and stored off-site, in anticipation of their being relocated. My anti-blight measure. At the time however I had no idea that over a year would pass, and the house would have no AC during the summer of 2016 and, it seemed, the summer of 2017….
Continue ReadingA Lightolier Duo
I had a large matching set of 1930s fixtures by Lightolier listed for sale. The set included chandeliers and pendants and sconces; thirteen fixtures total. A buyer wanted the whole set save two fixtures. So, eleven fixtures were shipped to Pennsylvania, and I relisted the two remaining fixtures. Wanna see them? …
Continue ReadingBefore. After.
My online vintage lighting store.
Continue ReadingA Grilling Question
Often, I write about being protective of the historical narrative of the 1894 Cross House. By this I mean that people should not walk through the house wondering what is original and what is not. I want this to be instantly obvious. To this end I also want a distinction between what is period-correct to…
Continue ReadingA Bed in the Parlor???????
If you look through an 1890s furniture catalog you will find that it abounds with ads for…vanishing beds. These are beds which, during the day, looked like an ordinary piece of furniture. Like a low armoire. But they would wondrously unfold to reveal a bed. In an age when people had a lot of children,…
Continue ReadingThe White House comes to the Cross House
In 2015, I wrote the following. It is, I think, the post I am most proud of: History fascinates me. It always has. In studying the history of America, one dynamic is obvious: America has been struggling since its creation to manifest the intentions of its founding fathers. In the Constitution, it is…
Continue ReadingPsychological Idiocy
I can restore a house from top to bottom. And even a wreck of a big ol’ house don’t scare me. But some things, normally small things, can stop me in my tracks. Years ago I learned that when a paint roller cover needed washing I would become paralyzed. I mean, I would paint a…
Continue ReadingBefore. After.
My online vintage lighting store.
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