The KINGDOM mirror– proving that you NEVER KNOW what is on the other end of a Craigslist ad.
After the Victorian wardrobe salvage saga…
After spending four hours in an unheated building.
After ripping apart a wall with a toothpick.
After loading and unloading a truck until nearly midnight…
Paul told me to stop looking on Craigslist for a while.
He said I had reached my quota.
I nodded and pretended like he was the one who made such decisions.
Then I went and looked on Craigslist.
Now.
Three things:
1. I have a totally ill-advised fondness for anyone named Rocky.
2. a FIFTEEN-foot-tall mirror is far too large for our house.
3. a posting with no photo = guaranteed garbage.
So I closed the tab.
But a few weeks later, I saw it again… and the primordial-mirror-troll who lives in my head said— you should find out what that is.
And I was like— look, mirror-troll:
A. Paul’s head will explode.
B. How would I get a 15 FOOT mirror into the house?
And the mirror-troll said— what if it’s fancy?
So I emailed the guy.
Did you read that?
Did you read it closely?
Is there any description that could possibly be more appealing, than something that looks like a KINGDOM?
No.
There is not.
So the mirror-troll was like— S.C.O.R.E.
But I was like— ummm hello, twelve-feet is still WAY TOO BIG.
The mirror-troll said— I bet it’s not that big.
I bet they didn’t even measure it.
I BET YOU SHOULD GET IT.
I was like— word.
So on Saturday morning, I said to Paul, casually— do you want to go look at something?
I think his hair actually stood on end.
He was like— WHAT?
No. No, I do not.
I was like— oh, okay, well… we could go this afternoon… if you wanted to.
You know what he said?
Nothing. NOT ONE THING.
That silence USED to make me insane. But now I see it as a stage in the Kübler-Ross model of acceptance.
Not even twenty minutes later, he said— what is this thing you want to see?
To you, this sounds like a question. To me, it sounds like defeat.
So.
You can see that this is not precisely the kingdom’s home I had imagined; and I was sort of like, hmmmm… is it possible the mirror-troll has steered me wrong?
We rang the bell, and the guy came out… He walked past us, down the front steps, and started down the sidewalk.
Paul said—should we follow you? Where are we going?
And the guy said— it’s in the alley, under a tarp… it doesn’t fit in the house.
I really wish I had a photo of the look on Paul’s face.
Paul said— wait. What? How big is this?
The guy said—about 12 feet.
Paul said—TWELVE feet?
We got to the backyard and I said cheerfully— look! That’s NOT twelve feet tall!
Paul acted like this was somehow not of utmost importance.
He said— did you bring me to look at a mirror that was advertised as 12 feet tall?
And I said— no.
It was advertised as 15 feet tall.
But I thought they might be wrong.
I guess Paul is jealous of the way the universe is my personal shopper because he didn’t even acknowledge that it’s pretty amazing how I psychically knew this.
AND THEN:
I was like— I think I’m going to have a seizure.
The mirror-troll said— I TOLD YOU SO.
Proving for all time, that you NEVER KNOW what is on the other end of a Craigslist ad.
It’s probably total crap.
But it might be this:
I was like— alrighty then. YUP. For sure. I will DEFINITELY be needing that.
Let’s pack it up.
Paul said— are you kidding me? Are you even seeing the same thing I am?
And I was like— look at me. Look me in the eye. Do you really believe I am leaving here without this? Because I’m not.
If I have to go on steroids for the next six months? And get a trainer to teach me to dead-lift 1,000 pounds so that I can move it myself?
This will happen.
Paul has this look that he gets. Where CLEARLY he would like to kill someone. But now he is totally inconvenienced because he CAN’T.
Because he has to move a giant mirror.
Obviously, I’m fine with murderous irritation… it’s a small price to pay for my everlasting happiness.
Besides, it’s not my fault that the universe WANTS ME TO HAVE THESE THINGS.
It is OUTSIDE MY CONTROL.
We went home to get Brian’s truck… and on the way, I texted a photo to my mom.
She said— WOW! I cannot WAIT to see it in your house!
I told Paul— my mom loves it!
Paul said– that’s because everyone in your family is an insane enabler with no concept of reality.
Which is true. And also why I love them.
What’s that?
You’re thinking this does not look totally reasonable?
Well, it is.
All we had to do was lay it on the bed of the truck. And then use the magic straps which, for about five dollars and a lot of irritation, will do everything including hauling giant bookshelves up three flights of stairs.
Then we drove home on I-95, which is 14-lanes wide… and I have to say that there is nothing like transporting a Kingdom, down a freeway, at 60 miles-an-hour, while tractor-trailers blow by you.
You have not experienced the meaning of FUN, until you have done this.
Especially since everyone got to listen to me say 47,984 times— OH MY GOD I CAN NOT BELIEVE WE ARE GETTING THIS.
CAN YOU BELIEVE WE ARE GETTING THIS?
I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?
Everyone really enjoyed that part.
The guys who helped us get it in the house were like— what are you going to do with it?
And I’m confused by what that question means.
I’m not going to DO anything with it.
It exists.
Therefore it is mine.
The End.
see the even GIANT-er FANCIER mirror I got at auction!
June 26, 2013 @ 8:06 pm
At night when you are walking in the dark to get a glass of water and you see movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up to find a creepy reflection in the mirror, do you scream? I would!
Love the mirror!
June 26, 2013 @ 8:16 pm
Hi
Great story, I can see the Kingdom mirror is great company for the Hall mirror 🙂
June 26, 2013 @ 8:32 pm
WHAT . . .a great story!!
June 26, 2013 @ 8:47 pm
awesome.
June 26, 2013 @ 9:16 pm
I actually did laugh out loud then called my teenage daughter in and read it to her. It is a Kingdom!
June 26, 2013 @ 10:10 pm
1, you rock
2, yes, you definitely should always get a follow up description if your inner voice tells you, too.
3, you rock
4, i am also suffering jealousy pains right now.
5, did i tell you, you rock?
June 26, 2013 @ 10:16 pm
OK, I think I might be in love with you a little.
I grew up in a “renovation,” first an 1870 Victorian, then a 1909 Georgian Colonial. It was my mom who knew her stuff and wielded the tools, and my dad who looked on in awe and signed the checks. I just tried to keep up with the terminology — escutcheon plate, mullion strip, newel post.
My favorite place on earth? United HouseWreckers, circa 1975.(http://www.unitedhousewrecking.com/aboutus.htm). If I could transport you there, back then, you might just spontaneously combust with joy and amazement. Wall-to-wall “Kingdom!”
June 26, 2013 @ 10:19 pm
I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in quite a while!! Beautiful mirror(s) and a great sense of humor! Thanks!
June 26, 2013 @ 11:39 pm
OMG ! That was the most fantastic story! Amazing score!
June 26, 2013 @ 11:43 pm
That thing looks like a friggin’ portal to Narnia. I’m so jealous!
June 27, 2013 @ 12:46 am
Very funny!
June 27, 2013 @ 1:43 am
You are freaking awesome………..this post has got to be the best suspense story Ive ever read with what couldn’t be a more perfect ending. Well for a Craigslist addict like me…..that is. You definitely have a new follower in me.
MJ
Lucky 7 Design
June 27, 2013 @ 4:20 am
Thank you for convincing me that I’m not the only crazy person in this world.
greetings,
Francis from Belgium
June 27, 2013 @ 5:13 am
I honor your journey and covet your kingdom.
June 27, 2013 @ 6:21 am
Thanks for the story, that was totally awesome! 🙂
June 27, 2013 @ 7:41 am
love it !! and love the way you tell it..shared. <3
June 27, 2013 @ 9:20 am
You have made my day. Adore your story and your find…. and your husband and my husband could hang out and discuss crazy wives. 🙂 They could start a support group!
June 27, 2013 @ 9:27 am
I could have written this post. Not as eloquently, and with a few details changed, but I have been there…or rather my husband (lucky lucky guy!) and son have been there on many occasions! Thanks for sharing and I am glad I found your blog! Blessings!
June 27, 2013 @ 9:28 am
My Life exactly…. LOVE IT.
June 27, 2013 @ 10:25 am
Congratulations on your empty, materialistic life! I’m sure it will fill the existential void. Don’t be afraid to actually read a book sometime. It won’t hurt you, I promise. Disgraceful.
June 28, 2013 @ 9:34 pm
I completely agree. Don’t be surprised when you have a house full of mirrors and a husband who has moved out. Be care of how you treat him and talk about him.
April 14, 2016 @ 11:41 am
Absolutely. This blog post is pure abuse, honestly, and it’s incredibly offensive how many people don’t even care.