The silk incident, as it shall be known, took some of the wind out of my sails. It didn’t help that on the very same day I got the call asking me to, ah, re-evaluate my fabric proposal, the lamps I had chosen – the Brancusi-like ones – were sold out from under me.
You can’t blame Robert Allen; if I were a showroom right now, I’d probably sell the doorknobs to anyone who wanted them. But it’s another bummer for me. Lamps are hard.
I think I’ve found a substitute, but it will require a new shade. Here it is, at right.
Don’t judge it too harshly; I think it will look great with the right shade (whatever that might be). The double-gourd lamp that was my unofficial emergency backup lamp? No longer available. So this is it.
It will be fine, really.