Raise a Glass Chandelier

Seven frosted globes branch out from a slim brass frame, each one catching a little glow of its own, enough light spread wide enough to reach every seat at a long table without one spot going darker than the rest. The brass warms as the evening goes on, picking up whatever candlelight or conversation happens underneath it.

This is the fixture for the toast before dinner starts, for the table that seats more people than usual, for the nights that call for a little ceremony before anyone sits down. Everyone ends up looking up at least once before the meal is over.