Pictured here because I think the plug is super cool. There is suppose to be a piece of card stock covering the wiring (and protecting fingers from a little inadvertent buzz. We bought this lamp in Atlanta several years ago, but I'm just now seeing the wiring. My dad taught me how to do most of what I can do "handyman-wise". This little plug reminds me of that. I still miss my dad and with that is the lingering regret of not missing my mom. I am working on being thankful for her.
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