Pam's Pony Place: Why yes, I do have a chandelier

A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Why yes, I do have a chandelier

A couple of weeks ago Horse Nation reposted their Tack Rooms That Are Nicer than Your House post

They're so nice and it makes me a little sad that I will just never have anything that nice. There's chandeliers in those tack rooms. And then it occurred to me: there's no reason I can't have a chandelier. Sure, my tack room is just slightly bigger than a closet and the walls and ceiling are made of plywood (though I did paint the walls at one point, the ceiling is still natural.) It makes putting a chandelier in there even more ridiculous, so of course I had to do it.

I also put up more hooks and organized and even pulled out things to sell at the tack sale in a few months. The result is I can actually walk in there again.