Rotating Disco Ball Lamp that rotates and reflects stars onto the ceiling and walls?
I'm looking for one of those lamps/night-lights that looks like a mini-rotating disco ball lamp, but it makes white stars shine onto your ceiling and walls. You can usually set them on a table or desk, not hang them.
Does anyone know what these are called and where I can find one?
Thanks!
we have a place at the mall called Spencers and they have them here in Fargo ND
Color:Multi Multi-Color Rotating Disco Ball This multi-color rotating disco ball will get your party started! Colorful lenses surround the 6 inch rotating ball spreading rays of color around the room Hardwired
Glass Revolving Mirror Ball. Mirror ball rotates atop a 9 1/2" black plastic base with on/off switch. Includes 2 adjustable projecting lights with red, blue and green light bulbs, AC adapter and 5-ft. cord.
Whether you're a Disco Stu or Undercover Brotha (or Sista!), put on your fishbowl disco shoes and boogie down in your very own Studio 54! This mirror ball kit has everything you need including an eight-inch mirror ball, a motorized rotating base fit for a tabletop or hanging from the ceiling, and a mountable spotlight with yellow, red, blue, and green gels! Rotating base requires D battery...
Three lights in one box - "police light" strobe, disco colour ball and mirror ball. With the portable "Party-to-Go-Go" kit and some funky music you have everything you need for a rockin' party (well, nearly everything!)...
When searching for quality that offers unquestionable values as well as a best deal, you surely reached this goal by selecting Creative Motion 80212 10 Inch Rotating Disco Ball Light!! A 10"" Disco Ball rotates atop its base sending multiple colorful rays of light dancing across ceiling and walls everywhere...
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It's Party Time !
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The Red Baby Bentley Available in the Midlands
The Chrysler c300 also goes by the name of the Baby Bentley which originates from the fact that the grill at the front end of the car is bears a resemblance to that of a Bentley.
There are many Chrysler C300 Baby Bentley limousines throughout the UK in a variety of colours, particularly within the London region, that range from whites and creams to silvers and blacks. They also can be hired in a variety of styles including Baby Bentley limos with Lamborghini doors (ones that rotate sideways to open), Leah Jet style doors (ones that open like aeroplane doors) or normal doors. But what if you combined the colour red with a Chrysler C300 Baby Bentley that had Lamborghini doors? The result is the Shockwave Apple Candy Red Chrysler C300 Lambo Bentley.
The Chrysler 300c looks amazing as a stretched limousine and makes the perfect impression, no matter what the occasion. The Apple Candy red colour ensures this limousines will look elegant for a special occasion such as weddings whilst also drawing attention for other occasions such as birthdays and school proms.
This amazing limousine is based in the Midlands area and is the only one of its kind available in the whole of the United Kingdom. The Apple Candy Red Baby Bentley has proved extremely popular with school proms and was rented out on every school prom day in 2008. For birthdays, hen nights and even weddings this limousine is nearly always the number one choice for a party of 8 people.
The fantastic Red Baby Bentley is kitted out with all the latest extras including flat screen TV's, DVD players, CD players, mirrored ceiling with changing colour lights and a quality sound system. This unique Baby Bentley is undoubtedly popular due to its colour as most limousines are to be found in a neutral white colour. Colour is important in that the limousine needs to appeal to both sexes and be able to cater for any event such as a wedding, corporate event, birthday, stag night and hen night. The results show that the red Baby Bentley limousine does appeal to both sexes and as because it is also unique and one of a kind, it has become one of the most sought after limousines in the UK.
Full specifications of this limousine include:-
20" Custom made Chrome Wheels
Scissor Doors
Custom Interior
DVD with cinema sound Stereo MP3/CD/FM
Bentley Mesh Grill
20 Partition Flat screen TV with 3* 7" TVs
Disco Ball Projector & Laser Show
Custom Wave Bar Disco bar
Disco Lights with changing colour neons
There is however a huge demand for this limousine due to its popularity so it is wise to book as early as possible in order to secure it for the date you need it for.
If you are one of the lucky ones to get a chance to hire this incredible stretch limousine you are in for a real treat as the limousine company that owns the limo is one of the most professional in the industry.
REMEMBERING GARRYI didn’t know it then of course, how could I, but as the heavy iron door to pyramid club swung shut cutting out the sunlight and traffic noise behind me, I walked in to ‘groove is in the heart’, toward a group of people all standing holding cocktails under a slowly rotating disco ball and met my family for the first time. How beautiful you were, I remember thinking. Bright and shiny. It was summer. Lunchtime. 1990. You turned to greet me. There was Pete, Maurice, brother John, Abbie and Ben, Marivie. You looked like superheroes to me, all clocked off early, on playtime and up to no good…….we laughed after about how that day stood out, Steven arrived too and it was clear Marivie and I were two people, one soul. So then it was mainly us four. Sound Factory, fancy dress, hippy girl and evil clown, loading up borrowed cars with enough liquor for an army and a weekend upstate, Jersey, cabins, lost oars, tripping up and tripping out in rivers and streams, Chicago by train, in sleet and rain with matching heels and bags, Marion’s for margaritas every Friday to see who could be the first to burn it down and steal the most ashtrays, coat check girls and boys, (who ever did have the most?) Vintage, vintage, thrift stores galore, sifting through formica and platform shoes, one time a trailer full of mangy soft toys, preloved and sucked out eyeballs, ears hanging off, to see Garry joyous with this treasure and hear how he would turn them into art, lob them from windows dripping paint onto canvases below, sketch them, crucify them……. a man of kitsch innocence and nostalgia yet with a twist of acid wit to see the darkness and laugh, how you could make me laugh, like no other, tears, and gulping up for air at the sheer evil of your sweet insight, how you could just get to the very heart of things, the softest underbelly of reason and call it, twist it, with a flick of your wrist and fringe and a flash of those deep movie star eyes……And later, when I stood before you, small, with my diagnosis in cupped hands holding it out like a clot of scratching feathers for only you to see and help explain, my heart shattered, you sighed Garry, but pulled me fiercely, close into those eyes and held me there, safe and level……..That wordless place is where my home became after that. There we raged together sometimes, but mostly we huddled gloomy Sundays after scorching nights had faded where it seemed that only our body heat would do, like a ball of unraveled wool between us unspoken, the big disease with the little name, the pills, the bitter fears, crunching numbers, swallowing them down. Just once, before I had my sons, under a golden tree in Kew Gardens, on a pile of trees near the orchid house, we cried our loneliness aloud. Then, when Otis was born you came to be godfather, came again to Wales to see me Wed and I visited too, when I could, miles and months and sometimes years crossed in a moment………darling you made magic for me in Las Vegas amongst the cactii and bought me back when the doctors gave up. Truly I thought we could do the same for you, am still pinching hard and remembering aghast that we didn’t. I am still in a fury about that! Garry, you knew without asking, saw without judging, you have faced me fanciful and fearless, fucked off and fabulous, you unlocked my hearts secrets like a lover, forgave my souls shadows like a brother and have been a true and steadfast friend. Like fragments of a jigsaw I piece our myriad memories into a perfect picture and bury them deep, safe inside the very essence of me. There I will store and carry you……my superhero, as so many others will undoubtedly do, until I too am scattered on the winds…….ESME. Devon. 29.10.10
I’m a hedonist.I keep a 20ft illuminated and rotating disco ball in my yard.My neighbors complain because they hate my sexy life-style.They might be all communists, fascists, and other sorts of freedom haters. I’m not sure, I’m too busy dancing to notice.
Sign me up for a shift for chemo buddy, I can tap dance and wear a sparkle skirt. I will warn you I have not tap danced since 1973 the only song I can think of is “I will survive” By Donna Summmers maybe I should bring a disco ball instead of the skirt….
This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:24
Linda (Ryan are you jealous when Izzi gets to wear your sweater?)
REMEMBERING GARRYI didn’t know it then of course, how could I, but as the heavy iron door to pyramid club swung shut cutting out the sunlight and traffic noise behind me, I walked in to ‘groove is in the heart’, toward a group of people all standing holding cocktails under a slowly rotating disco ball and met my family for the first time. How beautiful you were, I remember thinking. Bright and shiny. It was summer. Lunchtime. 1990. You turned to greet me. There was Pete, Maurice, brother John, Abbie and Ben, Marivie. You looked like superheroes to me, all clocked off early, on playtime and up to no good…….we laughed after about how that day stood out, Steven arrived too and it was clear Marivie and I were two people, one soul. So then it was mainly us four. Sound Factory, fancy dress, hippy girl and evil clown, loading up borrowed cars with enough liquor for an army and a weekend upstate, Jersey, cabins, lost oars, tripping up and tripping out in rivers and streams, Chicago by train, in sleet and rain with matching heels and bags, Marion’s for margaritas every Friday to see who could be the first to burn it down and steal the most ashtrays, coat check girls and boys, (who ever did have the most?) Vintage, vintage, thrift stores galore, sifting through formica and platform shoes, one time a trailer full of mangy soft toys, preloved and sucked out eyeballs, ears hanging off, to see Garry joyous with this treasure and hear how he would turn them into art, lob them from windows dripping paint onto canvases below, sketch them, crucify them……. a man of kitsch innocence and nostalgia yet with a twist of acid wit to see the darkness and laugh, how you could make me laugh, like no other, tears, and gulping up for air at the sheer evil of your sweet insight, how you could just get to the very heart of things, the softest underbelly of reason and call it, twist it, with a flick of your wrist and fringe and a flash of those deep movie star eyes……And later, when I stood before you, small, with my diagnosis in cupped hands holding it out like a clot of scratching feathers for only you to see and help explain, my heart shattered, you sighed Garry, but pulled me fiercely, close into those eyes and held me there, safe and level……..That wordless place is where my home became after that. There we raged together sometimes, but mostly we huddled gloomy Sundays after scorching nights had faded where it seemed that only our body heat would do, like a ball of unraveled wool between us unspoken, the big disease with the little name, the pills, the bitter fears, crunching numbers, swallowing them down. Just once, before I had my sons, under a golden tree in Kew Gardens, on a pile of trees near the orchid house, we cried our loneliness aloud. Then, when Otis was born you came to be godfather, came again to Wales to see me Wed and I visited too, when I could, miles and months and sometimes years crossed in a moment………darling you made magic for me in Las Vegas amongst the cactii and bought me back when the doctors gave up. Truly I thought we could do the same for you, am still pinching hard and remembering aghast that we didn’t. I am still in a fury about that! Garry, you knew without asking, saw without judging, you have faced me fanciful and fearless, fucked off and fabulous, you unlocked my hearts secrets like a lover, forgave my souls shadows like a brother and have been a true and steadfast friend. Like fragments of a jigsaw I piece our myriad memories into a perfect picture and bury them deep, safe inside the very essence of me. There I will store and carry you……my superhero, as so many others will undoubtedly do, until I too am scattered on the winds…….ESME. Devon. 29.10.10
“You could totally poke your eye out” HAHA i love you so much
I’m a hedonist.I keep a 20ft illuminated and rotating disco ball in my yard.My neighbors complain because they hate my sexy life-style.They might be all communists, fascists, and other sorts of freedom haters. I’m not sure, I’m too busy dancing to notice.
Sign me up for a shift for chemo buddy, I can tap dance and wear a sparkle skirt. I will warn you I have not tap danced since 1973 the only song I can think of is “I will survive” By Donna Summmers maybe I should bring a disco ball instead of the skirt….
This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:24
Linda (Ryan are you jealous when Izzi gets to wear your sweater?)