Interiors by Ellen

Over the years, we've discussed what this house should look like, if we were blessed to build it. Of the many things we'd discussed and ruled in or out, one thing I was sure we'd ruled out was antler lighting. I've nothing against hunting deer. Considering they abound in this part of the world, I wish there were more hunters. That might cause a downturn in the local autobody industry, but it would be safer to drive at night, particularly with my vision. Anyway, I never liked the hideous and confused tangle that forms antler chandeliers, lamps, chairs, tables, coathooks, pot holders, and all of the other ways people think to use them. Even a deer has only two of them, neatly separated, not ten twisted together. Ellen just loves anything antler.

She went to a garage sale today at "Smilin' Sam's" (yes, we actually have a local business named that. Really inspires trust doesn't it? How could you possibly get screwed by Smilin' Sam? My father-in-law discussed the possibility of selling cars for another brother-in-law, Kurt. Don't know if that will ever materialize, but I suggested they go to market with the name Dandy Dan's Used Cars. Maybe they can open next to Smilin Sam's.) Back to Ellen's garage sale, you guessed it. She came home with not one, but two antler lamps. This proves that my role in decision making for this home is to smile and nod wisely every now and then. I have no doubt that I'll accidentally sit on one somehow, sometime.