Hanging Balls

Kelly picked this gorgeous glass ball up on our vacation in Florida recently, more exactly in St. Armand's Circle which is one of my favorite places on earth. We found this store a couple years ago and fell in love with it for it's variety and uniqueness. She had been looking for something to hang over her new wine rack. Originally we were going to hang a light from the ceiling but Pottery Barn while having it in the catalog no longer carried it so we moved on. She saw these balls in the garden store and wanted one immediately, the cashier didn't know what to call the ball so on the receipt she wrote hanging balls, so funny. What's amazing here is that they hand right and hand do the math for the receipts. Kelly asked for help with color choice of the ball but I said it did not matter you should get the one you love the most. The acquisition was about a month ago and she has been dying to hang it ever since. I have only ever twice hung something from the ceiling, the first time it crashed in the night, the 2nd is still up thankfully. Last night in preparation for our progressive non-progressive dinner event tonight I agreed to help her hang it. It has been a process from the start including finding the fishing line to hang it with. Oddly I spied it in a gas station window the day we attended the tennis matches a few weeks back. Odd thing to find there but an awesome one none the less. I didn't know what would work best for the hanging so I had gathered many options. We ended up using a hook that I formerly had on my porch that I had taken down because it wasn't secure enough for what it held. It didn't take very long to hang the ball we just took more time to be extremely cautious. We measured the line length, tied it, tested it, agreed where to hang it, and marked the ceiling. I climb the ladder and started screwing the hook in, problem is I am freaked and below me is her new wine rack all perfect with all this glass on it and in it. I drop things, this is not news and especially when I am screwing screws in. Well in goes the first screw, the 2nd, and its up. I tell Kelly to turn around, she asked why and I said just do it because I needed to pull on it and test it, she grimaced but turned. I pulled on it and felt OK, not great. I then asked for the anchors I had brought, unscrewed the screws, asked for a hammer, placed the anchors, and screwed the screws back in SUCCESS. I felt better, I told her to watch it though, never trusting a screw in sheetrock. She is thrilled and it looks awesome, my first concern though this morning was the damn ball and I could not wait to know if it was still up, it is!