the Pineapple King

So, I left out the third member of our household: the pineapple light in the upstairs hallway. It's something we completely missed on all of our visits to the house until the final walk-through. I named him Pete.

While our other brassy fixtures will be voted off the island or face the might of Rustoleum's oil rubbed bronze spray, we are going to embrace Pete in all his glory. Because how could you not? He is cheerfully providing light at the end of the hall, and we both love pineapple.

We thought Pete was a unique quirk to the house, but apparently he's got brethren in households across the U.S. Pineapples it turns out, aside from being delicious, are a symbol of hospitality and happy homes.

So Pete stays! If we do anything, it'll be to clean and polish him up. Who wants to mess with his happiness?