Sometimes I just sit in the dining room and stare at it. Then I pinch myself because I think I'm dreaming. Then I get a bruise and repeatedly show it to Matt and ask him if he thinks I have health problem because of the bruise and he rolls his eyes and says, "No."
I've never had a room dedicated to dining. Our last house had a living/dining room. Honestly, it was pretty cramped during parties. It was also located right beside the garage door, so you guessed it, the whole table was a junk pile of coats and my purse and Jane's diaper bag and whatever else was in my arms as I stumbled home.
This is JUST a dining room. Pinch me. Never mind, don't do that.
But ladies. That light fixture has GOTSTA GO.