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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Gigi, Joe and a Chandelier

may 2010 part 3 027

A beautiful  French woman named Gigi , in a tight short skirt, sold my husband this chandelier in Rome, Italy.  I had told him the massive hallway at the old house was in need of one. We could drive a pick-up truck down our hall.

Joe is charming and he can flirt. He and Gigi worked out the shipping. They talked up a storm. How could it not break in shipping? I worry about these little details.

I picked this one above.  My photo quality is poor as the old house is dark. It’s pale and  has a smoky brownish tint. This was a difficult decision. The little shop was filled with glass chandeliers. This shop was on a side street in Rome. Where if you became lost it would be wonderful.

Joe took me to Italy before we were married. We bought our wedding rings on the Ponte Vecchio  Bridge in Florence.  Romantic. It. Was. Pen, ink, nor camera can capture the essence that is Florence.

Several months later our chandelier  arrived. It was in seventy pieces shrink wrapped to a piece of card board. The instructions were in Italian. I  was on the way to church so I told Joe to give Gigi a call.

grace surrounds us



  1. Ha! I love this story!
    Obviosly Joe and Gigi worked it out, 'cause it looks fantastic!

  2. Beautiful!!
    I've been to Rome, but not Florence.
    My husband gets irritated putting together
    anything from IKEA.
    Can't imagine what he'd do with THIS!!!
    xx Suzanne

  3. Great story. I am sure you were a much better inspiration than Gigi.

  4. Oh my gosh! What a wonderful romantic story, you better stay married to Joe, an island would be fun, how about one in the South Pacific or Carribean instead of the kitchen!

  5. Dearest Debra I would not trade THE JOE for nothing. He is something serious and special.

  6. I thought I had your email, guess not, just wanted to tell you that I love you to pieces and think you're just "the best". Email me so we can talk without sounding goofy to everyone else! ha ha. is that possible?


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