This lamp belonged to my great grandmother. Then it hung around in our house I grew up in. Then it came into my possession…
Through all this I never remember this special class of kitsch ever having a lampshade, so I began regularly including the lampshade section whenever I wandered around opshops.
Eventually I found one that would suffice.
Now you might think we’re done here. That looks like a mighty fine match.
No. Nice lampshade made the base look respectable and that’s not what we want. We want over the top kitsch that not even a mother could love.
Queue hot glue and my fabric rose collection.
I’m not sure if we’ve improved this here but we’re certainly on a path. Never mind that I almost set it on fire.
Once it was in place and turned on I sat gawking at the girly-ness of my dresser for a good 15 minutes.
It’s fun being a girl :D