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Remember in the song Landslide when Stevie Nicks sang to her wall art, “I’ve been afraid of changing because I’ve built my room around you”? Sometimes it’s like an artist is singing right to you. Stevie’s words* were on my mind as I struggled with replacing my trusty Brooklyn Bridge print with a new mirror.
You may recall the hot spot of neighborhood yard sale activity in which I scored a one buck mirror and a two buck Eames chair. You saw the chair back in this post. Here’s the mirror:
I love the foxing (that’s the cloudy, streaky, spotty look that old mirrors get) and the shape. But it took some convincing for me to hang it in that spot. One of the first decisions I had made when we moved in was where my Brooklyn Bridge print would go. It’s been on the walls of everywhere I’ve lived in my adult life. While it has sentimental value, and inspired the paint scheme for the living room, there were several things working against it. It felt a little mid-’90s with the brown and olive. While it was comforting in it’s constancy, I was truthfully getting a little tired of it following me everywhere, like the eyes of one of those optical Jesus statues. Worst of all, the glass was super reflective, so putting it anywhere near a window rendered it nearly the same as a mirror. See?
Now, compare! Here’s the same scene with the mirror:
It’s like a breath of fresh air. A breath of fresh air that lets you see what’s going on in the room behind you.
What do you think? Got any stories of decor tooth-pulling that end with a smile?
*OK, Stevie Nicks may have been singing to some musician man, not her wall art. I am also being told she said “life,” not “room.”