A few posts ago I told you about an old mirror I found while at lunch.
I had been looking at a mirror at Hobby Lobby with a faux vintage frame in almost the exact shape and size.
I actually went to buy that mirror at Hobby Lobby the day before and they had sold them all, so when I came across this one that was actually old and naturally distressed with it's perfect grungy beauty I snatched it up.
My husband was at deer camp hunting and I said he bought this for me for my birthday, he's such a multitasker. :) Last night he asked me if he was really off the hook for my birthday because I bought this, lol, I told him yes. He didn't believe me, Ha!
Am I wrong for loving this mirror? It's no where near pristine, it's missing it's outer layer here and there, but I really don't care, I love it the way it is. I really really do. You can't see it here but down on the sides there are these exquisite hand painted roses all faded out where you can barely see them. The mirror itself is all hazy and has age spots. It's these kinds of small details that give me a thrill, like seeking the lost treasure or story.
I love the hand carved top and sides of the frame. LOVE!
I may be crazy but it's the mirror I've been looking for, for a while.
And I'm so happy it was meant to be.
Have a great day!