One thing about living in the city, you never know what’ll show up in your alley. Usually it’s not the best surprise (hint: that’s not Santa…) but sometimes it is. Tada: George the Funky Chicken!
How could I leave him out there all alone? Yes, I feel sorry for the lamp. So I took him in, cleaned him up, and gave him a place of honor right in the front room. Only one problem.
He doesn’t work.
So, I figured that with my vast knowledge of electrical wiring [kaff] I could figure out how to fix George. And the interwebs didn’t let me down. Mostly because it’s a super-easy project that I knocked out in less than an hour. Here’s how I did it. Continue reading “If I Can: re-wiring George The Funky Chicken”