Elbow Grease and Paint Pants: Just Because It Was There

 
I often rearrange my rooms, searching for the perfect placement and look.  Couches in, couches out, chairs back and forth, and musical accessories--love to play that game.  Things always look different in a different place or with other "new" objects.

One corner of my family room has been empty for years, simply because I could never find anything that was tall enough, thin enough, and visually light enough not to compete with the television and window.

One day while I was perusing the latest auction (I know you're all surprised right now), I saw a floor fan that sparked my curiosity.  I couldn't tell anything about it from the picture, so I went to see it before bidding.

 It was even better than I expected--vintage industrial in pristine condition.

Over six feet tall at its lowest setting, this fan telescopes up to over eight feet--for use in its previous life as an outdoor fan.

 It weighs over 80 pounds.

 I love the lines and how it holds little visual weight but makes a huge statement.  

Lucky for me we have A/C, because I'm pretty sure they used a lawnmower blade in place of the standard fan blade.  It would easily chop off a finger.  Or a tongue.  Or a stick.  Or whatever may be placed in its way.

Best thing of all?  It works.  That thing could blow over a small unattended child.  It's kind of a family joke--whenever a visitor admires the fan, a member of my family will ask if they want a demonstration of the force behind it.  Seriously, it's amazing.  The latest casualty was almost my curtains behind it.  Brad was on top of things, thank goodness, and he rescued the panel before was chopped into confetti and blown all over the family room.

No real lesson learned, but wow.  I do love it!

Until next week,
Going once, going twice . . .
SOLD!