I buried a lamp yesterday.
It was a beautiful lamp, too. I didn't think it was breakable (laugh if you will!) It felt like it was made of fiberglass. Well, it shattered. And every one of my children looked as innocent as could be (even if they were all conveniently sitting where the lamp had been).
So, off we went on the hunt for a lamp that I could buy with my spare change. I had learned my lesson, or so I thought. And then I found it. Covered in layers of dust in a used furniture store, hidden under a hideous and outdated old shade. It was love at first sight. Never mind that this one was undeniably breakable and very likely irreplaceable. Oh well, at least I've never claimed to be practical. I had saved the modern shade from my former lamp and, with a few tweeks from my own personal hunk of a Hanyman (i.e. My Honey), it fit perfectly.