“I spent thirty-eight years putting light back into other people’s windows. Now I’m running out of light to give.” — Why a retired stained-glass restorer in Providence is closing her workshop and letting her last 21 lamps go for $38 with free shipping
For thirty-eight years, Colette Marchetti climbed scaffolding in old churches to put light back into windows that had gone dark. She replaced cracked panes, re-leaded sagging saints, and once spent eleven weeks restoring a single rose window in a chapel in Newport, Rhode Island.
People who walked past her workshop in Providence would sometimes stop and press their faces to the glass. Inside, under a work lamp, there was always some small piece of colour lying on the bench: a sliver of blue, a scrap of amber, a curl of lead.
“A window doesn’t glow on its own. It needs the light behind it. I spent my whole life learning how to make light look beautiful.”
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Colette closes her workshop at the end of this year. These nine lamps are the last collection she will ever make, and there will be no new production afterwards. Only 21 are left. When they are gone, they are gone.
Chapter One
The window nobody saved
In the spring of her thirty-sixth year in the trade, Colette was called to a small church on the east side of Providence. The parish was closing. The building was being sold, and the windows, some of them more than a century old, were being taken out and replaced with plain glass.
“They asked me to carefully remove them,” she says. “Then they told me the buyer didn’t want them, and there was nowhere to put them. I stood in that empty church with a hundred years of colour stacked against the wall in crates.”
She took home what she could. Offcuts, broken corners, a few damaged panels that couldn’t be saved. They sat in her workshop for months, because she couldn’t bring herself to throw them away and didn’t know what else to do with them.
Chapter Two
A small owl for a small girl
That winter, her granddaughter Nora turned five and started refusing to sleep without a light on. The plastic night-lights in the shops were all the same: flat, white, and a little bit sad.
“I thought, I can do better than that,” Colette says, laughing. “I’ve been making light look beautiful since before her mother was born.”
She sketched an owl, because Nora loved owls, and because an owl has the kind of face that holds light well: two big round eyes, a patchwork of feathers, a body that glows from the inside. She worked out the pattern the way she always had, piece by piece, colour against colour, with dark lines between them like the lead in a church window. Then she put a small, warm light behind it.
When she plugged it in and turned off the workshop lamp, the owl lit up the whole bench. Reds, golds, deep blues, a green that looked like the sea in November. Every colour seemed to hum.
“Nora walked in, stopped, and said, ‘Grandma, he’s alive.’ I had to sit down. After thirty-eight years in other people’s windows, that was the first time someone had said that about something I’d made.”
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Chapter Three
From one owl to nine animals
Nora’s owl stood on her nightstand for a month before the neighbours noticed. First it was the woman next door, who asked if Colette could make one for her husband, who had been struggling to sleep since he retired. Then it was a friend from church. Then a friend of that friend, who wanted something for a new baby.
Everyone wanted something different. A man in Cranston asked for an elephant, “because he never forgets anything and neither do I.” A mother wanted a dolphin for a room painted the colour of the sea. A retired teacher asked for a wolf. A girl of about ten wrote Colette a letter in pencil asking if she could please make a dragon, and enclosed four dollars.
Colette made the dragon. She sent it back with the four dollars.
Over the next two years, the owl grew into a family of nine: the owl, the elephant, the lion, the dolphin, the wolf, the sea turtle, the cat, the horse and the dragon. Each one is built from the same idea. Dark outlines like lead. Panels of colour like a church window. And a warm light inside that makes the whole animal glow.
Which lamp is you?
Chapter Four
What makes the glow
The magic of a stained-glass window is simple, and Colette can explain it in one sentence. “Glass is nothing without light behind it. Put the light behind the colours, and the colours come alive.”
Each lamp works exactly that way. Colour panels with dark outlines, lit from inside by a soft, warm light. There’s no harsh glare and no bright white bulb. It’s the kind of glow that makes a room feel like evening, even at lunchtime.
Chapter Five
The last winter
Colette is sixty-seven. Her eyes aren’t what they were, and neither are her hands. The scaffolding days are long behind her, and now even the small, fine work takes longer than it used to. The workshop lease ends this December, and she has decided not to renew it.
“I could keep going,” she says, looking at the owl on her bench. “But I’d rather stop while I still love it. And I’d rather the last thing I make be something that sits in someone’s home and makes them feel good.”
There is no successor. Nobody in her family does this work, and the young people she’s met who might want to learn can’t afford to spend years on it. “It’s a trade that’s going quiet,” she says, “and I’m one of the last who makes things like this.”
This is the final collection. Once the last lamps are sold, the workshop closes. There will be no restock and no second run, because there is no workshop to make them in.
Chapter Six
A gift that makes people go quiet
Colette has noticed something about the lamps that surprises her. People don’t buy them for themselves nearly as often as they buy them for someone else.
A son sent the elephant to his mother after his father passed away, because the elephant was his father’s favourite animal. A woman gave the owl to a friend who had just moved into her first home alone. A grandfather in Ohio bought the dragon for a granddaughter who had asked for one since she was four.
“It’s a gift that says, ‘I thought about you,’” Colette says. “Not a gift card. Not a candle that smells nice for a week. Something that glows in their home every night and reminds them someone cared.”
Why these are not like the cheap copies
Colette is realistic. When something is popular, imitations appear. You can find lamps that look similar in a photo, usually with flat colours and thin outlines.
The difference is in the details. The dark outlines that make a window look like glass. The colours that blend instead of clash. The warm light, rather than a harsh bulb. Colette checks every lamp herself before it leaves the workshop. “If it doesn’t look like something I’d be proud to put in my own window, it doesn’t go in the box.”
Where can I buy one?
Only here. Colette doesn’t sell through marketplaces or other shops, and this page is the only place to order the final collection. Free shipping is included, and each lamp comes with a 30-day return guarantee.
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Colette’s personal promise
Try your lamp for 30 days. If it doesn’t make you smile, send it back and get your money back. No questions asked.
“I want it to glow in your home the way it glows on my bench. If it doesn’t, I don’t want you to keep it.”
What customers say
✅ Sandra H., 56, Charlotte, NC
★★★★★
“I bought the owl for my nightstand and I look forward to turning it on every evening. The colours are so much richer in person than I expected.”
✅ Linda B., 38, Austin, TX
★★★★★
“Got the elephant for my mom’s birthday. She cried a little. It’s in her living room now and she says it’s the first thing she looks at in the evening.”
✅ Tom K., 61, Columbus, OH
★★★★★
“Honestly didn’t expect much. Then my granddaughter saw the dragon glowing and wouldn’t leave the room. Ordered a second one for her sister.”
✅ Margaret M., 64, Portland, OR
★★★★★
“The cat lamp keeps watch over my reading chair. Soft light, beautiful colours, and no glare. I’m very glad I didn’t wait.”
Why Colette is letting them go now
She could have kept the last lamps for herself, or sold them quietly to friends. Instead, she decided to offer them to anyone who would give them a home. “A lamp that stays in a box is just a box,” she says. “I want them lit.”
There are 21 left. After that, the workshop closes, the tools go into storage, and the last collection becomes a collection people will have to find secondhand.
If one of the animals caught your eye, now is the moment. Pick the one that looks like you, or like someone you love, and let it glow.
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