There may be some people on the planet who are so highly evolved aesthetically that they cannot abide anything ugly or unpleasing within their sight. They are the people who own purebred animals, limited edition cars, designer clothing, and critically acclaimed artwork. Clearly, no one in my family enjoys membership in that exclusive and limited group.
I unashamedly shared with the world the orange and fluorescent green old-lady sneakers I wear for mowing and working at the barn. I humbly admit they are ugly - very, very ugly. Once a person begins to admit and own shameful secrets, it is difficult to stop. I confess my brothers are also guilty of incredibly bad taste. It is possible that together they found the most unattractive table lamp in the long and torturous history of unattractive table lamps.
Exhibit A, presented here for your perusal, is the lamp my brother Randy found somewhere in his brave and crazy travels across the world. (Not surprisingly it was discovered for sale within the state of Kansas.) He bought this lamp as a gift for our youngest brother Mark who has always been interested in the Arthurian Legend and the Medieval historical period.
Some creations are singular. Their unique and distinctive existence produces an aura, an energy that, regardless of purpose, marks their existence as peerless. They become the epitome of some aspect of themselves. Exhibit A falls into that singular group of artifacts.
Mark graciously accepted the lamp. He ferociously defended it through marriage and divorce, and perhaps even more telling, through a much later subsequent romance. The 1970's avocado green sofa inherited from our parents could not be successfully defended forever. The sofa miraculously made it through the marriage, but fell at some point in my brother's current relationship. That he gave up the beloved but ugly and FREE couch is tangible proof of the depth of his enduring love. But even that fierce love cannot part my brother from his ugly lamp.
When I contemplate this item, I realize that there were surely two such lamps purchased originally - one for either end of the sofa. There were likely dozens and dozens of these lamps created somewhere on this earth. Conceived by an artist or a designer, executed in a modern manufacturing center, then with much effort and energy, sent across the world for consumption by eager home owners and interior decorators. Maybe the only thing left of the entire conception, birth and life cycle is this one lamp, the lone survivor, rescued from extinction and obscurity by my own brothers.
Anything as singular and rare deserves something far better than the ugliest lamp shade known to mankind. I have a new mission in life as of this morning: a quest for the holy lampshade. Help me, Lord.