Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Grandmother's Chandelier

I want to introduce you to one of the dearest women in the world. Her name is Mary Katherine Hatcher, and she was my husband's grandmother. I had the pleasure of first meeting her during my senior year of college, when Graham and I began dating. Grandmother was 82 years old at the time and had recently been ill, so we went to visit her in the hospital. Resting in her bed, despite feeling poorly, she was so gracious and kind. I can honestly say I fell in love with her on the spot. 
Soon after becoming engaged, we were given one of my most treasured possessions- Grandmother's chandelier. There's something about it that reminds me so much of her. It's delicate without being frou-frou and it has a straight forward sweetness to it that makes me think of her each time I turn it on.
Here's the chandelier in our new home- in the dining room. Unfortunately, probably due to its age, the wiring blew out the other day. No worries, I just so happen to be married to an Eagle Scout who knows how to fix everything.
 We killed the power to the room, making it safe for Graham to disconnect the chandelier and all its wiring from the ceiling.
 After gently placing it on its side and looking closely, it became obvious the old wires were shot and needed to be replaced.
This took a little bit of time to rewire because the crystals were fragile and Graham wanted to make sure all the new connections were sound.
Since everything was already disconnected, we took the opportunity to add a chandelier medallion to the ceiling.  I think it adds that "oomph" to the room that I'd been looking for. We bought this one at Lowes and I especially like how its clean lines mirror the wainscoting on the walls.
All that was left to do was reconnect the wiring, turn on the breaker, and we were good to go.
 And there you have it - all done. I can't tell you how much I appreciate being married to a guy who's so handy. I mean, look how darling this chandelier looks in here- it's perfect.  Graham did an amazing job and there's no doubt his grandmother is as proud as I am.




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