I hate this fan. I mean...I REALLY hate this fan. If there was a redeeming quality about this fan, it was lost in the 1970s when brass and cane was in "style." Did I mention that the house was build in the early 1990s? So, tell me how did THIS fan end up in my house? Time machine? Family vault? I'm not sure exactly, but it is time this fan died.
Obviously this view is shared by many, especially my mother who gifted us with a new fan for Christmas. Jeff and I were so happy! Replacing this fan has been on our to-do list, but with this gift it promptly was escalated to the top of the list. Yes, above the siding for the garden shed (pout).
There is a challenge with replacing this fan. It's in the living room which has a vaulted ceiling of over 24 feet. The pole that the fan hangs from is also brass which means it has to be replaced. In order to do that, we have to rent scaffolding. NICE!
Also, the wiring of the fan is a fun story. I thought it would be wonderful to control the settings of the fan. As you can see this fan has chains but you can't reach them so it's remained on high since we moved in. We don't use it. I hate chains that hang into the room so that left either a wall switch or a remote control. I bought a cool wall switch that dimmed the lights and changed the fan speed. Jeff was none too pleased as the existing wiring had a light switch by the front door and a different switch for fan on/off and light on/off on the living room wall. My cool switch proved useless.
We bought the remote control. Easy right? Wrong, since a piece of the control has to be included in the base of the fan...attached to the ceiling...24 feet above us.
Today, I have this picture and an assembled ceiling fan in the garage. I'm starting to like the old priority of this fan on the to-do list. Oh, well. To be continued next weekend I'm sure.
