Okay, true story. I've been working on cleaning up my studio for the past couple of weeks. I set myself a goal to let some things go so the things I like the best can be better appreciated. I'd like my studio to be pretty again, as well as organized. About a month ago, I found a small chandelier that was in desperate need of attention. I bought it, removed the old wiring, cleaned it and started the hunt for vintage crystals and replacement parts. It has been a totally fun project! Last week, I finally got to install it and admire my work. Pleased with my progress, I moved little trinkets around, playing with the room layout.
I have two vintage dress forms in my studio and I love them both. The oldest is Camille, who is about 100 years old. The other dress form is a Stockman from around the 1950's. I haven't named her yet. (I try to get to know my antiques first.) When I bought Camille, she had a lovely black beaded shawl displayed around her shoulders, the part of her that is the most worn. I bought the shawl as well, joking to the antique store clerk that the shawl "belonged" to the dress form and I shouldn't part them. As I rearranged my room, I decided to see how the shawl would look on the other dress form. I removed it from the old form's shoulders and draped it over the Stockman.
I sat down to consider, looking from one dress form to the other, when I noticed that the chandelier was swaying. I sat and watched as the chandelier rocked like a pendulum, back and forth, back and forth and waited for it to still. I waited. And waited. It kept rocking! I checked the air vent and it wasn't on. I ran my hands over the window sill, looking for any moving air and couldn't find any. I even tried to physically stop it, but every touch seemed to send it spinning and shimmering. I finally gave up and moved my breakable cherub out from under it in case the chandelier fell.
I went back to my table and looked at the forms again, keeping an eye on the swaying light. Deciding that the beaded shawl wasn't right for my busty young dress form, I removed it - and the light stopped swinging. I tossed the black shawl over Camille and went back to check out the chandelier. It was completely still. I tried stomping back and forth between the dress forms to see if I was somehow creating a vibration. Nothing. I went close to the chandelier and blew out a breath. Nothing. I got closer and blew as hard as I could. The tiny crystals shivered and then stilled. I touched the base with the tip of my finger and started it swinging, but it quickly came to a rest. I was baffled!
When my teen-aged daughter came in the room I excitedly told her the tale. I finished with, "So I guess my new chandelier is haunted!" She smirked. "No, Mom. It sounds like you just pissed off Camille."
The chandelier has not moved since and I have not been brave enough to put Camille to the test. She can keep her shawl!
Suzanne