I would have called this post “Mirror, mirror on the wall” like the saying most of the world knows, except there would have been two minor flaws with that title:
A) None of our mirrors are actually on the wall.
B) I would most likely have been the 10,000th blogger to use that title, and chances are a hole would have opened in the sky and confetti would have poured out on me with a big banner that said “CONGRATZ ON BEING THE 10,000TH HUMAN TO USE THAT TITLE; YOU ARE THE WINNER OF A YEAR’S SUPPLY OF PICKLED BEETS.” Or something.
Why are none of our mirrors on the wall? Because I hoard them, then do nothing with them. My hoard sits on the floor because I don’t know where to put them—yet. But when you find used or clearance mirrors for so cheap, and brand new mirrors practically cost more than a year’s supply of pickled beets, and I have a big house with a lot of naked walls, who am I to pass them up?
Let’s take a look at my stash.
We first have this yard sale one, the twin sister of our half bath mirror.
Then this full length leaning mirror, also from a yard sale.
Next, this cute one from the clearance shelf at Target.
The next one is one of my favorites: it’s a sunburst mirror that used to belong to my mom’s mom, my Grammy. I can’t picture where it used to hang in her house anymore, but I like that I have something of hers for my own home. The orange things are from someone using it as a prop in a musical. My mom rescued it and gave it to me.
This dusty pile sits in my dusty AND scary
crap room junk room black hole room craft room.
This one hails from Bed Bath and Beyond’s clearance section. It used to be black and gold, but I already spray painted it the fun aqua. It’s going to be hung in our closet/stairway soon. I hope.
The next ones are small but heavy, and came from Goodwill forever ago. I’ll probably use these with that dusty pile above to make a mirror collage in our dining room.
These three black ones have also been around for a while. I like their chunkiness.
This pretty now-white one is another yard sale purchase. It was gold.
And the last two are my most recent victims, both from Craigslist. This one is huge and I’m hoping to put it above our future double vanity.
This one is just a little smaller than the previous one. I don’t yet have a plan for it.
So that’s my mirror stash: 23 in all. (That number is even startling to me.) Rick has already filled out the paperwork for my insane asylum admission. If he sends me off for rehab, I’ll give my mirrors away to you. Which ones will you take? Or would you prefer that year’s supply of pickled beets? ;)