Welcome to 1978

So, our light died. It didn't work last night and upon investigation (not by me) in daylight, it transpires that the the wires inside have melted through the safety bit and each other. I am a little traumatised by the potential fire risk this was, but it's gone now. Given that the electrician we got to fit was a charlatan that sent his trained monkeys to do the work (badly), there's little point in going back to him.

We went for the safety, or maybe the more appropriate term here is "cheap", option and bought a bog standard light fitting with a shade. Gone is the super-funky halogen effort, and now we have a cosy looking normal light.

Except...

It's a beige suede effect shade, to match the beige suede effect chairs and the chocolate brown leather (not effect) sofa. With the oak furniture - an accident of necessity and the result of our bookcases etc being in storage - we now have a rhapsody in brown and beige. The light is also precisely 6' from the floor on account of the low ceilings coupled with lack of any adjustment on our part. It looks sort of familiar and homely (rather than trendy), which means it almost certainly reminds me of being a child. In the 70s. The decade that taste forgot. Thankfully we don't have wallpaper, but the shade has little cut outs that fake a pattern up the walls just for that extra authenticity.

Ha! Take that, Ikea. We can de-minimise your stuff with a simple old fashioned light.

I like it. I'm so old.