Advent hasn't even begun, but this verse has taken on a new and quite literal meaning in our household today. After six months - give or take - with extremely limited electricity upstairs, we now have a working overhead light in Nell's room!
Remember this post demonstrating how decidedly un-pinterest-y our house is?
My poor husband, after having a good laugh with me over the stark reality of it, declared that I ought to blog about the projects we actually get finished and the good work he does on our house and the spaces that actually look presentable. A reasonable request!
Working electricity in my kids' rooms where clothes are kept, toys are stored, naps and nighttime (for Nell) occur -- this is no small thing, my friends. I've spent the past six months looking for the right size socks, an outfit, a pair of pajamas, etc. using the flashlight feature on my phone. To be able to flick on a light switch! A modern luxury!
With light by which to see, there's no stopping us now: as soon as the lights are working in the second bedroom upstairs, I fully intend to get it fixed up by Christmas as Nell's new "big girl room." Shh, don't tell her. It'll be a surprise!
Oh, Sarah, look at you with your perfect life and your perfect house filled with modern amenities like electricity. It's all too perfect; we can hardly stand it!
I know, I know. I thought you might say that. So just to rub our perfection into your face a little bit more, I'll show you this close-up of our really, really nice ceiling tiles. And that -- shall we call it 'vintage'? -- light fixture.
Nice, am I right?