Ceiling Fans

The word 'ceiling' is the ultimate i-before-e-except-after-c example. It leads with a punch. It smacks you in the face and declares its unique, dangerous side.


That's exactly what my two ceiling fans didn't do when we moved in. How many ways can we say boring, outdated and ugly?

One day I couldn't take it anymore. They're in the big living room above my couch. Above my dining table. They span my entire great room.


So, I did what any reasonable person would do.


I walked to the utility closet and took out the only can of paint we have that isn't some version of not-white. I took the light diffuser, bulbs, and blades off. I dragged the ladder in from the shed. And I painted.

Maybe fans shouldn't really be teal. And I definitely am on the hunt for new glass bowls that aren't amber (yuck).

But now I can sit on my couch in peace. And that is a great thing.