Many years ago, I attempted to hang a ceiling fan. I say attempted because it did not go very well and I ended up looking very foolish.
I found this beautiful ceiling fan at a rummage sale and decided it belonged in my bedroom. Letting my ambition to be handy take control, I decided to hang this fan up right away and did not want to wait until my husband back from his Navy deployment. I figured that I could do it because my husband is an electrician and I watched him do this before many times. It looked so easy when he did it.
So I climbed up onto a stool on my bed and unscrewed the ugly light fixture that was there. This was rather difficult because the screws were stripped and rusted. I managed to unscrew the fixture but it remained on the ceiling as if it was glued so I yanked it down taking a small chunk of ceiling down with it. When it finally was unscrewed and dangling by the cords, I noticed that all the cords were white. The cords were supposed to be different colors like on the directions in the box of my new fan.
I was totally unsure what to do at this point. I called my husband and told him what I did and he said, “Stop! Put the old one back up.” I was unable to do that because when I unscrewed the old one some ceiling came down with it.
I wound up having to call the base housing maintenance man and have him fix what I did. I was too embarrassed to tell him the truth of what I did so I said, “I don’t know what happened it just fell down.”