Oh my ceiling. My lovely ceiling. It is one of the reasons I bought this house. My tin ceiling. And the light fixture. It is probably brass, but may not be, I'm not sure. It is nothing special, probably a standard fixture in 1900, but I do adore it.
Even more so now that it is cleaned up and repainted in satin black and against the clean white of a freshly painted ceiling.
What do you think?
Tommorow, the tale of the mitre saw, corners, molding and where most of my money went....