The foyer chandelier

The prior owners of the apartment that I purchased moved back to France.  They left behind this chandelier.  It’s visually striking (some may say weird) and also pretty contemporary in design.  It’s not anything I would ever have picked out.

Each time I went to the apartment, after the closing and after the prior owners had moved out, I confronted my decision on whether or not I should keep it.  It would be hard not to confront that decision.  The chandelier is in your face the minute you walk in the door and, although it was a dramatic presence when the apartment was furnished, now that it was empty, the chandelier seemed to take over.

I changed my mind continuously.  One visit, my right brain would argue that it was simply too modern for the traditional pieces of furniture eventually coming out of storage from my husband’s and my 1870 Brooklyn brownstone.  On another visit, my left brain would insist that the future can exist with the past, that the future is good and should be embraced.

The futuristic voice in my head favoring keeping the chandelier also had the support of  another internal thought lobbyist.  I’ve always believed in the idea that we never really own these houses or apartments we might buy.  We simply reside in them for some time and then pass them along, hopefully in better shape than we found them.  If you buy into that philosophy, there’s something nice about having something of its past history around.  The funky chandelier would certainly accomplish that.

The contractor’s crew took down the chandelier on their first day working in the apartment to protect it while I made up my mind.  They put it temporarily in the bathtub in the guest bathroom where it sits, much less dramatically, on a piece of old carpet awaiting my ‘thumbs-up’ or ‘thumbs-down’ decision.

I decided, about a week ago, to keep it, and cast my vote with that part of me willing to embrace the future along with the past.  I think it was the right decision.