I had drooled over this Ikea Maskros lamp ever since I saw it online weeks ago. I lay awake at night dreaming of where I would hang it and the amazing magic that would fill any space I put it. So, excited as humanly possible, I bought the thing and electrocuted myself pretty seriously trying to put it up.
And lo! The greatest eye soar ever to grace Dijon. IT LOOKS AWFUL. And I'm embarrassed. B hates it and I'm sure he's plenty worried for the fate of the rest of his apartment. *le sigh* guess I'm taking it down and taking it back tomorrow??
It's not really the sort of thing you can ignore