mirrors

white framed mirrors

Besides having a chair fetish, I also have a mirror fetish. For years I would collect all sorts of mirrors from rummage and yard sales. I preferred white or off-white frames, and a mellow patina. I photographed these two mirrors a couple of days ago to put in this post on my lifestyle blog, Kitchen Sink Wisdom. They sit inside my medicine cabinet, for when I need a mirror to look at the back of my head. The one in front is a vintage hand mirror with plastic frame meant to imitate ivory. It’s beautifully imperfect. I love it.

Have you ever wondered if mirrors remember all the rooms – all the scenes – that are reflected in them? What if all those experiences are carried in the glass, or the silver, like a hologram, just waiting for the right frequency to be played back?

I appreciate mirrors.