I’ve been writing about the nursery a lot this week. First the walls, and then the curtains. You might be getting sick of it. But there’s one more item we checked off our to-do list last weekend: install a ceiling fan.
When we bought our house almost every room had a ceiling fan (including the dining room), so I’m not sure why this room was left with just a dinky little boob light. I thought maybe there might be some weird old-house reason why. You know, like there wasn’t enough structural support in the ceiling to hold one or the wiring could only power a single bulb. Who knows.
Everything I’ve read suggests keeping a fan in the nursery because good air circulation can help prevent SIDS. So even though ceiling fans are not my favorite aesthetically I decided to get one. I debated about the light kit, finding them ugly and figuring I’d want to keep the lighting dim for maximum sleepiness anyway, but the idea of cleaning up a late-night diaper blowout by lamplight convinced me that a good solid overhead light never hurt anyone.
So with that decided I thought about what I wanted in a fan. I’ve never bought a fan before, I’ve only gotten rid of them. I looked around my house and realized that all my other fans are white and I hardly even notice them. So white seemed like a good idea. And as is typical, I didn’t want to spend a whole lot of money on it.
Armed with my requirements of white and cheap, I turned to my dear friend Mr. Google to recommend a size and settled on this fan from Lowe’s for only sixty bucks.
I have nothing to say about the installation because I had nothing to do with it. I learned from this experience not to take on (or attempt to delegate to Nick) any lighting projects that show signs of potential complication. My dad, however, makes things like this look easy, so I asked him weeks ago if he would install it for my birthday. He went in there with a ladder and a toolbox and came out a while later saying he was done. Just like that. The only thing he needed from me was to tell him whether I wanted the blades to be white or maple. I realized later that he never even turned off the breaker. When I asked him about it he said he didn’t need to, he just flipped the wall switch. He’s like the Chuck Norris of home improvement (and cars, and machines, and basically anything requiring technical skill).
You will probably never see another picture of this fan. Our ceilings are high enough that it’s easy for me to avoid it when snapping pics and it sort of fades into the background anyway. Besides, the point of the fan is not to be pretty or to contribute to my vision for the room or anything like that. This thing is all about function. Like a big ugly muscle blowing air around.