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The Octopus Lamp

Once Upon several decades ago, I spied an octopus lamp. My younger sister teased me out of it, calling it horrible names. I have forever wished I had ignored her, for I am still looking. These days the octopus lamp would be considered Steampunk. Back then, it was a mere oddity, something novel, something I loved. I so wish now I had ignored the teasing, for I have never seen it again.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/31/2022 8:52:00 PM

Why, Caren Krutsinger! There's you're next art-sculpture project! An octopus-lamp. Where's your old DIY spirit?! ~ Giggle and Guffaw, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/1/2022 9:01:00 PM

I have to tell you I despise not buying something I really wanted to buy, especially when it was one of a kind and I NEVER see one again!

L Milton Hankins

Date: 3/31/2022 10:38:00 AM

I think of many times I was "talked out of" something that really appealed to me. I think I know how you feel. You were deprived of something that was very meaningful to you, and that was what mattered.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/31/2022 12:26:00 PM

I will not give up my search.