I have a tendency to be a little melodramatic so my memory of the DIY bubble chandelier saga is probably a tad exaggerated. On Memorial Day, instead of barbequing like normal Americans, we tied dozens of small knots around glass globes, braided rope, clustered shit and even shocked ourselves while working on the electrical wiring.
It took a total of several hours, one mini fight, one major fight, and then a lot of love and support as the Husband attempted to hang the damn thing at 9:00 at night. I teetered on an unstable ghost chair and aimed a flashlight whilst cooing words of encouragement. End result: the chandy is done and looks alright. BUT THE MOTHER EFFER DOESN’T LIGHT. There’s a problem with the wiring and we know how to fix it. But now I’m not even sure if I really like it.
The Husband stated it perfectly when he said “it doesn’t add enough drama to the room.” The clear bubble chandy is too understated and smaller than I anticipated. So either I keep something I’m not crazy about just because I nearly lost a finger making it or I buy something I like and kiss $50 and an entire afternoon goodbye.