I’ll admit that one of my weaknesses is lamps. Lamps, lamps, lamps. If left unchecked, I’d have a million lamps. I buy new lamps, thrift store lamps, I’ve supplied DIYed garage sale lamps to the EMV siblings. Lamps. So you can understand my excitement when I spotted this lamp sitting on the shelf of my local thrift store for a mere $8.
I find it retro-beautiful. It stands just 14" high. The saddled-up red clay pottery camel is standing under a palm tree. The chartreuse lampshade is fibreglass, in perfect condition, and has a black and gold scribble design with vinyl lashing. There’s no maker’s mark but I think it has a bit of age since the plug is not polarized. I grabbed it and ran it over to Mr. EMV, who was face first in a bin of old vinyl records.
“Look,” I exclaimed, “it’s so bad, it’s good!”
“Well,” Mr. EMV dead-panned, “you’ve got that half right.”
What!? Is it bad, not good? Is it kitsch, not cool? One man’s Jackson Pollack is another man’s poker playing dogs. What’s your opinion?