It was supposed to go in my bedroom. I hauled it up there. Left it up there. Wasn't feeling it.
So, Alex, my boy-wonder who is home sick today, got to haul it back downstairs for me.
[Admit it, a random post about mirrors... Clever title, huh?!]
I like it in my entryway mucho better.
Here is the view, when you walk in the front door, to the right:
And to the left:
It's not perfect... in fact, it's not even permanent. I want a black bench to go there - I am on the lookout for one. It's kinda crazy that I saw the EXACT bench I want at my Aunt Anita's house. They made it out of a full size head and foot board. From scratch. I asked for it. But I left without it. Meanies.
Here is my striped hallway - leading to the pantry and the garage. It got a make-over. Instead of painting over the stripes, I changed the decor. I love this soooo much better!
Close-up:
Not a close-up:
I've shown you this spot before... but not since I repainted the little table and added a few more photos. I love hanging photos!!Rut Roh. We are getting neighbors! All the way from Michigan.
I adore people of all ages.
I adore people of all ages.
But why do we have so many older couples living so close to the park and pool?
I don't want them getting upset about the noise that kids make - but I can already see hints of it happening with several peeps down the street.
Oh well.
Oh well.
C'est la vie.
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