Tonight our farewell to some friends at our local pub ended with FunkyPlaid and I giving away most of our (UK-wired) lamps. Watching them file out the door, toting lamps and shades and bulbs, gave us a serious case of the giggles.
If you have to say goodbye to people you adore, which in this world appears to be unavoidable, I highly recommend giving them lamps. Lamps are the best sort of consolation prize. Lamps say, “Here, I know I won’t be around as much anymore, but I care about your eyesight.”
(Also, having the giggles makes the goodbye a little more manageable.)
I should have seen the signs present even in this photo: the giant red shade lurking above our heads, the stern line of black pendants above the bar, the fairy-lights peeking out the window. Lamps: they’re everywhere once you start looking for them.
Writing from: a mostly-dark bedroom in Edinburgh. Listening to: FunkyPlaid playing “The Silent Age”.