Statistics – who would think a gal like me would love them so much. They help set the stage, create the appropriate amount of awe – outlining the sheer magnitude of the effort. If I just told you I bought a chandelier in Paris, and had it hung in my condo, that wouldn’t be much of a story.
For those following along, you know first that I bought it a very long time ago, back in September. You’ll remember that my good friend Tiffany, and international treasuring hunting partner and I were scouring the Marchè aux Puces when we turned the corner, and there she was… my heart skipped a beat, and I knew I had to have her. An offer was tendered, laughter followed by a sinking panic, additional requests, mild pleading, a whimper of consent, and a relinquishing of ghastly amounts of Euros.
Accounts were opened to handle shipping, wire transfers established, the trans Atlantic voyage complete. An assessment of the structural capacity of the ceiling, the electrical box, and associated components designed to carry the weight of the chandelier – rendered a verdict of insufficient. Modifications were made, plaster medallions were broken. Then the rewiring commenced, followed by the discovery that Regis Royant and his Gallery of the same name – shipped me a chandelier that was similar, but not the same as the one I purchased from him. Buyer beware. After I got over that shock I took an ill-advised ride with the chandelier in the back of a pick-up truck. That almost cost me a finger or two.
The initial installation was short lived as I discovered that once the following was assembled:
- 65 main branches
- 832 small branches
- 808 glass discs or petals
- 832 screw top components
It hung so low, it needed to be taken apart, branches carefully stored, orb and conduit back to the shop to be cut down. Three Electricians later – can you believe no one wanted to do some star gazing – and after a very long night of reassembly, the curtain has been raised. I will admit to being a little nervous about it crashing down in dramatic fashion…but one mustn’t live their life in a constant state of worry. I’ll acclimate.
For all the broken promises and heartache. I’d do it all again. This chandelier is a work of art, a wonder, a Broadway set in my living room, with all the magic a first rate production engenders. It is stunning. It is a showpiece. It will steal the show, night after night, even if its only audience is me.