The other day N.B.D. came home with his hands full and a big smile on his face. With caution and dread in my voice, I asked him "What are those and what are you going to do with them?"
Oh, look at those beauties. No offense to anyone here, but Santa Fe Tex-Mex is not my style. Not that there's anything wrong with it- it's just not for me. I fully support the rights of any one living a Santa Fe style lifestyle, as I believe all decorating styles were created equal. I even voted for them. My best friend is a Tex-Mex styler! So is my hairdresser!
Let me fill you in on the history of these beauties. Not Blessed Daddy is an electrician. He's a hard working guy with a lot of silly ideas. While he was re-modeling a Taco Bell, he saw these fine pieces of lighting that were about to be thrown away. Oh, the horror! What cruel and heartless bastard could throw away such treasures, such shining examples of fast food decor at it's best??? I know, it's hard to believe. So N.B.D. grabbed those suckers and brought them home for our living room. He actually had quite solid logic- we have a red couch, so here were some red lights. It all made perfect sense to him. It must be so wonderful to be a man.
After my initial shock (and frenzied thoughts as to how I could make those atrocities any less atrocious), I started warming up to the idea. I am an eccentric gal after all- I love goofy things (hence my love for Not Blessed Daddy). How many people do you know that can say they have Taco Bell lighting in their living room? I am going to take a great leap of faith here and say you don't know a single one, except for me- the fabulously lucky Not Blessed Mama.
So, that's the story of the Taco Bell Lights In My Living Room. It would make quite a good book some day, I'm sure. The greatest part of this whole thing, by far, has been having friends over and asking them what they think of my Taco Bell Lights- and when they ask where I got them, I get to answer with proud emphasis, "Taco Bell".
P.S. "I wish I had grabbed the wall sconces."