and I'm in the midst of a decades-long attempt to choose the least ugly from among them. I've needed floor lamps -no, really, I've needed them- for decades, but I never could find any I didn't think were too ugly for words. The Husband and I finally decided to just do this, and buy the least offensive ones we could find. This is our first (from Pottery Barn):
and this is how it looks here:
The chair was my mother's and now belongs to The Younger Son. The lamp serves well to read by. One lamp down!