Deck the Halls and Spackle Walls! Fa la la la la la la la la!

Other people have big things to worry about in their lives. But I? I worry about the height of my sconces. It has been troubling me for months - ever since they were installed. The ones that came with the house were cheese ball city. So my mom bought us new ones as a housewarming gift and Kevin put them up. And they were just too high.

Until last night. Last night I sang alleluia while Kevin lowered the sconces. There is still drywall work, texturing and painting left to do - but at least the sconces are in place. I can get on with my otherwise really really interesting life.

Here are the before and after photos:

Before. So high their noses are bleeding.

I mean, seriously. I don't know how I slept at night with such preposterous placement of the sconces. And they were further accentuated by the moulding.

Newly-placed sconces after photo. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. So much better, I can go off my medication.

After recently swapping the living room/dining room/family room set-up, Kevin had to move light fixtures around. Here he is repairing the hole left by the original chandelier and the ENORMOUS and tacky medallion they had adorning the light fixture.  I had to snap a photo to remember this great night of lowered sconces and wall/ceiling repair. Plus he's a stud. He deserves a photo for all his hard work. Right before he did the sconces, he installed a ceiling fan where before there was none. He is magic.

Now, to conclude. Abe is getting in the swing of things with the holidays approaching. I really do think I'm funny. I thought of this all by myself when I looked around the kitchen wondering what else I could decorate.

And this little undertaking was a true pain in the butt and doesn't look HALF as good as it did in the windows of the photo in Better Homes and Gardens. Oh, well. I spent too much time on it to take it down.

The best part is that Cayna took one look at it (and its matching counterpart just to its right) when I finished and said, "It's too much!" Too much! This from a girl who dresses like a cross between Punky Brewster, a jazz-dancer and a Native American princess.