My Precious
My Mom had this mirror that I coveted for years. It was so me. With swirls and stars, but it was gold. I’m more of a silver girl. Anyway, I told her if she ever parted with it, it needed to come to me. I’m the first born and all, and I’ll be choosing her nursing home one day so she better butter me up.
Well, imagine my horror when I see this coveted mirror hanging in my 13 year old sister’s room! She’s just a kid! How could she even begin to appreciate the details? I confronted my Mom and she said if I came up with a mirror for Morgan’s room then we could trade. So I bought her a cute Ikea jobby and made off with my spoils!
I painted it silver and Jon hung it over our bed. I think it looks pretty darn cool in it’s rightful place!
Bless Your Heart 