Years ago, we had an electrician come in and do some work. One of the things he did was center the light in the stairwell. But it left a little problem that annoyed the heck out of me.
Not to mention the wood and brassy ceiling fan.
A few days ago, Mom and I went to a rummage sale at a church. They had a foam ceiling medallion that I fell in love with....and I paid only $2 for it!!!
I had no clue how I would use it, but I knew I would figure out something.
So, this is what I did. I cut it in two, and painted it white.
Then my hubby had the pleasure of figuring out how I was going to be able to get up high enough to attach it.
Now isn't he sweet? He's my Hercules! Our oldest stood by nervous holding the paint can for me as I painted the ceiling fan with a brush. All the while I felt like I was walking a tightrope.
Have I ever mentioned that I am scared of heights?
The key is to not look down, lol!
Now isn't that so much better?