Isaiah 9:2

"The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of deep darkness -- on them light has shined."

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?