I met my daughter, Mimi,
in a little thrift shop.
This mirror screamed my name at
My daughter screamed, too-
YOU DON'T NEED
Sometimes I just pretend I am deaf.
My husband has perfected that art
so I am learning from him.
I am pretty sure this mirror was part of a
French Provincial bedroom set.
It was pretty in its time.
Today the top looks like this....
Here's what it looked like when I
picked it up.
See what I paid?
It hangs just off our entry hall now.
Yeah- don't mind the reflections
and anything that might be amiss-
This was done with acrylic paints
mixed and layered
and then I pounced some gold
all over it.
It kind of has an olive tone.
I like it-
Would you believe I have another
mirror just like it waiting for a
Next one will be white-I think.
And here y'all thought I was
just sitting on my butt the whole
time I had no computer.
Now, if you are very good and
don't delete me from your blog list,
tomorrow I will show you
SweetCheeks and Company
with the mayor!
And, no, she is NOT running