Mar 12, 2009 14:52
I grew up in my grandparent's house, which was built in the late 50's. Most of the decor was late 50's and 60's modern style.
In my bedroom, which had a multi-colored animal-print shag rug (it was the t.v. room before I came along), there hung a lamp. A hideous orange, ceramic lamp with various sized holes punched through it. My parents called it the cheese lamp.
I remember this lamp clearly because it scared me. At night, bathed in the glow of my Winnie-the-Pooh nightlight, this lamp was evil. The holes were like dark eyes watching me from across the room.
One night I dreamed that my parents were zombies, and my mom had this lamp stuck on her head, it's heavy metal chain wrapping around her body.
Not long after that, the lamp came down. It lived in the utility room for a while, sitting up on a shelf between jars of nails and curls of sand paper. At some point it disappeared, hopefully to the dump, because otherwise it will haunt some other young child.
I suddenly feel the need to google search hideous lamps to see if I can find it, or one like it.