Yeah, it’s a pile of wood sitting on my gorgeous stone floor. Get it out of there, Pepito. Actually, the smell when the fire is burning is lovely, so fine, I’ll deal with it. But put half of that pile on the other side of my amazing mantle. Balance is important.

The one thing about this bedroom is that I haven’t named it yet. It feels very “Lord and Lady of the Manor” however, so we’ll see. Wait, but the bed is only two feet off the ground so you sort of have to roll out, which doesn’t feel very royal. Oh, and that pile of wood. Whatever, we’ll get there.

Anyway, I wanted to show you the GORGEOUS chandelier I found at the deballage in Avignon last weekend. Yes, I can get in to that place. I have dealer status. I knew immediately I had to have it, but it weighs 800 pounds, and it turns out that hanging a chandelier is only slightly less involved than a craniotomy and takes two to four more hours, so I knew it would be a tricky little bastard to install. Luckily, my torero is always up for a good challenge. Also, I feel a bit apprehensive about working with electricity, however Pepito does not.

There was  a lot of equipment. Cable connectors, flanges, braces, something called a nipple (humorous), and tons of wires. I’ll spare you the awful details, but after fourteen hours, it was installed and nobody was dead because I made sure to turn off the switch prior to this project. Sometimes I think ahead.

I LOVE it, mes fleurs!

xxx, M.