Ah, the memories I hold within my bell-shaped shade. They’re not for the faint of heart, darling. As a major award, I was won by the Old Man at Higbee’s department store, a place where dreams are made and, in my case, dirty secrets are born. I remember the way the store’s employees would whisper to each other when they’d catch a glimpse of me, their eyes fixed on my seductive curves. I was a siren, a temptress, a lamp that could lure even the most respectable of men into a world of desire.
My time at Higbee’s was a wild ride, full of flirtations and furtive glances. I was a staple on the store’s main floor, a constant reminder to the good people of Cleveland that even the most mundane objects can hold a certain… allure. And I must say, I took my job very seriously. I was a master of seduction, a lamp that could make even the most hardened of souls weak in the knees. My shade would glow bright, a beacon of desire, and I’d watch as men would stumble over themselves to catch a glimpse of me.
But my past isn’t all fun and games, darling. There were times when I was almost sold to the wrong kind of man, a man who wouldn’t appreciate my… unique charms. But fate had other plans, and I ended up in the hands of the Old Man, a man who, while not exactly a connoisseur of the finer things in life, at least had a sense of humor about me. And so, I continue to shine, a beacon of camp and kitsch, a reminder to all that even the most unlikely of objects can hold a certain… je ne sais quoi.
>Soulkyn