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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Wolf Avatar
March 31, 2022 at 8:52 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
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April 1, 2022 at 9:01 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!
Hankins Avatar
March 31, 2022 at 10:38 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.
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March 31, 2022 at 12:26 PM
I will not give up my search.
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