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When I reached my teenage years, I briefly went through a Goth phase. This only enhanced my fascination with wrought iron candle sconces. My mother took it a little bit too seriously, which pleased me a great deal. She was shocked by the way I was dressing and the music that I was listening to, as well as the friends I was hanging out with. In reality, they were very good kids just trying to assert their identity at a difficult age in life. She didn't realize this, however, and continued to refuse me the right to decorate my room as I saw fit.
Finally, she relented and let me buy a couple wrought iron candle sconces out of my own money, but she quickly changed her mind and forbid me to actually light candles in them. Needless to say, I disobeyed quite frequently. Many was the late night I would sit in front of those wrought iron candle sconces, listening to bad music and reading French philosophy. Oh, to be young again!
When I fell in love, it was with a wonderful woman who was, in many ways, the fulfillment of my dreams. Unfortunately, she has a much different decorative aesthetic than i do. Wrought iron candle sconces were out of the question. She wouldn't even let me use hand forged iron lighting to provide that medieval decorative touch that I craved so much, at least at first. Finally she relented, and much of the upstairs is now decorated according to my tastes. I admit that in some ways it is pretty tacky, but it is what I like. The wrought iron candle sconces make me happy.
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