Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Though I have six of you, I’m not vain at all.
In just two months, we’ve accumulated six mirrors. Is that excessive?
I feel obliged to explain that it wasn’t vanity that led us to have six mirrors; more the opportunity to grab a bargain while it was there. That’s not to say that the mirrors won’t ever be looked in. It’s rather difficult to walk past your reflection and not to a catch a glance. Like when you walk past a car window or a shiny shop front. EVERYONE does it. Don’t they? I check my own reflection in car windows every morning on the school run. I’m always in a major rush to get there, so I don’t always remember to check that I don’t have toothpaste down my chin, or that my headscarf has been tied properly… I don’t always have time for a wash so I cover the greasy locks with a scarf. Not so vain now, eh!?
This mirror is the first of the six to go up, placed so that I can check for toothpaste dribbles just before I leave the house. It was a mere snip at £4 from a local antique dealer. When I first saw it, I was ready to paint over the gold, but when I put it up in the hallway it didn’t seem right to. I love the way it captures different things depending on where you look at it from. I don’t love how it makes me look an odd shape. Not that I’m vain, of course.
The other five haven’t been put up yet, but I will share the brilliant bargain-ness of them when I do.