It was an ugly lamp. Functional, yes, but ugly. Undeniably so. But it was my lamp. It was a faithful lamp, it lit many a dark corner, it had uncomplainingly moved with me countless times from dumpy college apartments to young single working gal (not *that* kind of work) pad to blissful nuptial nest and beyond. It weathered several PCS moves as well as two not-exactly-gentle little boys.
And then we moved to Texas.
Some how the mover who packed my faithful but ugly lamp decided that it should go in a box with none other than a metal baseball bat. Yes. Really.
Guess who won?
Not the lamp.
So dear lamp, it is off to the dump you go. I hate to do it but this time you are irreparably broken. You've been a good lamp. I'm sorry our movers were obviously stupid. You should see some of your fellow furnishings. Really, it's not a pretty sight.