We were shopping at one of the local architectural salvage stores today, looking at vintage lamp shades. I was stooping to look at shades on a low shelf, and when I stood up, I slammed into the edge of a glass shade so hard that I had to go sit down until the dizziness subsided.
When I mentioned how dangerous this was to the gentleman ringing us up, he went and looked at the way things were displayed, and then only charged us for one of our shades.
We've been in our little house for just about a year, and we've only just gotten past the bare-bulb-hanging-from-the-ceiling motif in the kitchen.
The shade looks great in our 1940s kitchen, but the ceiling sure is squalid.