We had this floor lamp where the shade got damaged in our move from New Hampshire to Tennessee. And then the floor lamp, well, sort of disappeared. And I then couldn’t remember if the base ever made it here, down South. “Maybe we left it behind in Eric’s old schoolhouse up in northern New Hampshire when he sold it” I surmised. .
Fast-forward about 15 months… while walking in Mr. Basketmaker’s workshop, taking some photos, I finally came upon it. Why didn’t I discover it months before? Oh, wait…. yeah, I know why. Because the lamp base was reincarnated as a drying stand for weavers and a “hook” for sandpaper strips before being cut into small squares for workshop classes. Why didn’t I think of that!
Well, I guess we really didn’t need that lamp anyways. I’m glad it has been repurposed and is serving Mr. Basketmaker well.
