once upon a time, there were a series of unfortunate events that took place in the nelson household that ended in one very broken mirror. done so by a slightly clumsy husband.
a mirror belonging to me, from my parents, when i was 15. cry face.
i’m not going to lie. i was little bit of a baby about it. so i took it, stammered off and put the sad skeleton of my once beloved mirror in the corner of the room never to be touched again.
until today. i saw it today while i was doing the ever-so-wonderful purge of things in the place. my sad little mirror that was now nothing more that a piece of cardboard and a frame.
then it came to me. i can’t paint that thing.
so i did.
and i put it above my bed.
and i love it all the more now.
this, my friends, if why we never throw things away