Anyway! Z Gallerie candle holder. Old and boring and black. I still like the curvy Asian pagoda look of it, but the color was just not not meshing with what I have going on in this here joint.
Someone should really clean up that wax.
I think it saw me coming with my can of spray paint, because I found it cowering in the corner of my closet.
Take that, sucker! And take these new white candles, too!
Do you hear the pagoda candle holder angels singing?
Now it's no longer banished to the dark recesses of my closet. It has earned a prominent position on the top of our bedroom chest dresser thing.
Next to my favorite Ross owls and Z Gallerie clearance hourglass. So sparkly!
I'm not the kind of person who doesn't light candles in order to keep them all perfect and fancy. But, I'll tell you! I'm having a hard time lighting these. Maybe because it's all so white and shiny and sparkly up in here. The rest of my house is not like this. In comparison, it kind of goes like this when you look around: crap crap crap junky crap SPARKLE WHITE AND BLUE PRISTINE DRESSER TOP crap crap. Okay, not really! But still! It's like this (but replace the Fluffy with SPARKLY AND PRETTY!):
Even when we had that big huge California power outage a week ago, and we were without power for nine hours, and night came, and it was dark, and we lit about a thousand candles, we didn't light these. Weird, right? I have my priorities.
We still need some sort of artwork to put on the wall behind it, but I still really love how it all looks.
Sometimes, when James and I are feeling really wild and frisky . . .
wait for it . . .
We switch the candle holder from one side of the dresser to the other. I KNOW! It's hard to keep up with that kind of marriage magic.
The candle holder looks so happy in its new color, don't you think?