For 16 years we have never had a full length mirror in this house.
Trust me, I hear about it. Imagine getting ready for church or dates or dances or some such thing and no way to see the whole outfit. We always just made do. It really never bothered me. We had my vanity mirror which worked really well for the longest time, though not full length it showed maybe 3/4 and how much more do you need?
Then Shaughnessy moved out and took the vanity with her.
Then we moved the replacement mirror and it’s been sitting on a chair.
And I’m going a little nuts.
So I finally got on Craigslist (because it’s in my nature to find a bargain if I can) and found Pottery Barn’s full length $299 mirror for $100.
So…yeah. I don’t love it.
I know! I seem to have that…feeling for a lot of things these days, don’t I?
Well, here’s the thing. Without the floor mirror? I couldn’t see…me.
Now I can. And now I have a whole huge ass gigantic (huh…probably shouldn’t use huge, ass, and gigantic all in the same sentence like that) reflection of me looking back and it’s like my race pictures EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
You could imagine what it did to the mole…to see it so…there. 😉 (Okay, I’m clearly exaggerating there)
I was dressing to work out and just…cringed.
And I was fully dressed.
God help me if I’m not.
At least before I could live in ignorance. I just didn’t have to know.
Now…it’s like I have a department store dressing room in my bedroom.
::key horror movie music now::
Maybe I can turn it around.
It’s just not a good thing. It’s just…not. Quite sad really.