Every child has a secret vision of what living-large, hitting it big, or grown-up success looks like for them.
My ideas of luxury were restrained by the fact that, even though we weren’t considered poor, we were certainly raised impressively frugal.
When I was a kid, we played a rousing neighborhood game of “My Dad is cheaper that yours”. We each would volley a cheap Father fact at one another, while the other kids judged who would be named the most frugal father. It was down to me and one other girl in the competition.
Since my Dad emptied out our full garbage bags at the dump so he could reuse them, I felt confident in a sure win. Imagine my awe when I lost to the other girl, whose father separated the double-ply toilet paper into 2 rolls. Didn’t see that coming.
So, as you can imagine, with my 2nd place penny pinching past, I didn’t grow up yearning for a tiara or a Tesla. My visions of luxury were for a stack of matching plush towels, anything other than laminate countertops and ready for this…having spot lights on the trees in my imaginary grown-up-yard.
Maybe, since we were always reminded to shut the lights off in the room we had just left, the idea of lighting up a tree outside seemed (and still does seem) utterly extravagant.
Forty years have passed since that backyard game. Believe me when I tell you, that I am “pinch-me-proud” to be working with Kichler’s Landscaping Illumination Specialist, Jeff Dross to lead me in the steps needed to light up the night.
If you are interested in taking this journey with me … then I’ll start by sharing the 3 reasons people invest in outdoor lighting.
1. Safety – you and your friends are way less likely to wipe out on your kids abandoned tennis ball, if you have a well-lit pathway.
2. Security – Lit homes are much less attraction to thugs. It is not easy to carry out your 50” flat screen TV unseen, when a beam of light is able to capture the heist.
3. Beauty – (my personal favorite) there is something utterly mesmerizing about capturing sights that normally dissolve into the blanket of night.
the barefooted designer,