I created a space to curl up and read in the corner of my den. It’s very cozy, but I needed a taller lamp so the light would land on the pages of the book.

I’ve had a fascination with lamps my entire life and it’s probably not the lamp itself, but that they produce light. That’s what I really love. There’s at least one in every room, but some have more than one depending on the size of the area to be lit. Over a week ago, I went to a local antique/junk shoppe to see the selection they offered and saw one that really drew me in, but left thinking I’d make do with the one I already had.

Well, my lovely, I left the shoppe, but that lamp stayed on my mind! On Friday, I returned with the hope of it still being there, because I believe, if it’s meant for me, it will be.

I asked the man working there, “Is it a 3-way?”, and he didn’t know. He advised turning the knob to see how many times it clicked, so I did and it felt like a 3-way. He didn’t realize I came prepared with a 3-way bulb to test it and once the bulb was installed, I turned the knob and that vintage lamp came to life! You can tell the lamp is old and outdated because they don’t make them like this anymore and the shade looks like a woven, tweed jacket from an era long ago. Another item full of stories.

This morning I sat in my writing room with a blank page laying on the desk in front of me, pen in hand, trying my best to pull some words from my heart to the page.

I wrote about the lamp and how the 3-way switch feels prominent and well-made between my fingers, but barely makes a sound as I turn it on 3 times and then off. I felt especially blessed that I returned to the shoppe instead of talking myself out of it. One step closer to turning a house into a beloved home thanks to the vintage lamp.

You can read part 2 of this story here.