Out with the Old...

No I am not talking about my hubby.  This is the fan in the family room that came with the house.   I have looked at it from the recliner for 2 years now.  And I hate it.  I have threatened to take it down and spray paint it.  Figured if I covered up the brass it wouldn't be too bad.  Maybe even paint the blades and the housing.  But I really hate the lights also.  I just don't like looking at the lightbulbs.  Mark knows my feelings and I think he shares some of the same.  Men just don't have the same type of feelings for the decor of the house as they do for snowblowers or such.

While at Menard's on Saturday looking for humidifier filters (those are important to guys), we found a fan on sale.  This fan is just what I have been coveting and it being on sale was the frosting on the cake.  Into the basket it went.  Sunday night, I asked my son the troll (he lives in the basement)  to help me put it up.  We hadn't even got one blade off the new one before Mark took over.  He had been too tired before we started.  I learned a long, long time ago how to get him onboard with any of my projects.  Just start it myself or with one of the kids, he can't stop himself from getting involved.   

Anyway,  here is the new.

 

Now I need to work on decorating the top of the TV.

PS.  Mark solved the problem regarding the decorating of the TV top.  52" high defin in time for the Super Bowl.

Now I have to work around the black monster in the corner.