On reflections
A routine errand to buy a black loo seat (aborted, as the Wickes model in question didn’t meet my stringent aesthetic standards) ended instead with an impulse purchase, in a weird little house clearance shop in Deptford. My toilet’s loss is my mantelpiece’s gain, as I came home with this mirror.
It needs hanging properly but it’s nice, huh? The picture also documents my slow descent into madness vis-a-vis the grey colour swatches. An announcement on this topic will be made shortly. Below, a little detail. I’m thinking of sanding it, and repainting it a barely detectably different colour.
And while we’re at it, I don’t think I’ve yet shared my amazing deco-style mirror, which brings a bit of old Hollywood glamour to my most unglamorous bathroom. I’d like to add that I took this picture before I cleaned it. The mirror, that is. And the bathroom.
Check the pink-shell effect on the side fans, edged with carved wood rods! Check the clip-on dazzler at the top! My bartering process to buy it, in another local house clearance, ended with me paying a tenner more than I’d originally agreed (go, as they say, figure) but it was worth it.
gorgeous mirrors indeed – the beef dripping pot is pretty special too!
I do love mirrors – and those two are very much up my street. (By the way, my parents used to have a “beef dripping” jar just like that – brings back a few memories – my brother and I used to use it to wash our paintbrushes in!)
Love both the mirrors and strangely I’m getting to like the patchwork theme of the walls which has developed. It has quite a style of its own. We’re going to miss those subtly graded swatches when the walls finally take on a uniform hue! (Whatever it turns out to be).
Your decent into grey colour madness will be familiar to alot of your readers. I went through similar lack of decision over off white a few years ago, I think I had 12 or so “barely detectably” different colours on my walls. Is this a woman thing? I refer you to this scene from Mr Blandings
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Anna thank you for that! The little clip is an almost verbatim copy of my conversation with anyone who’ll listen for the last six months. Will share with my friend who does a mean line in paint description – she says a recent foray into Little Greene’s Welcome feels like living in a Ski yogurt.