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 midnightā¦
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 againā¦ and the primordial-mirror-troll who lives in my head saidā you should find out what that is.
And I was likeā look, mirror-troll:
A. Paulās head will explode.
B. How would I get a 15 FOOT mirror into the house?
And the mirror-troll saidā what if itās 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 likeā S.C.O.R.E.
But I was likeā ummm hello, twelve-feet is still WAY TOO BIG.
The mirror-troll saidā I bet itās not that big.
I bet they didnāt even measure it.
I BET YOU SHOULD GET IT.
I was likeā word.
So on Saturday morning, I said to Paul, casuallyā do you want to go look at something?
I think his hair actually stood on end.
He was likeā WHAT?
No.Ā No, I do not.
I was likeā oh, okay, wellā¦ 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.Ā But now I see it as a stage in the KĆ¼bler-Ross model of acceptance.
Not even twenty minutes later, he saidā what is this thing you want to see?
To you, this sounds like a question.Ā 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…Ā He walked past us, down the front steps, and started down the sidewalk.
Paul saidāshould we follow you? Where are we going?
And the guy saidā itās in the alley, under a tarpā¦ it doesnāt fit in the house.
I really wish I had a photo of the look on Paul’s face.
Paul saidā wait. What?Ā How big is this?
The guy saidāabout 12 feet.
Paul saidāTWELVE feet?
We got to the backyard and I said cheerfullyā look! Thatās NOT twelve feet tall!
Paul acted like this was somehow not of utmost importance.
He saidā did you bring me to look at a mirror that was advertised as 12 feet tall?
And I saidā 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 didnāt even acknowledge that itās pretty amazing how I psychically knew this.
AND THEN:
I was likeā I think Iām going to have a seizure.
The mirror-troll saidā 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 likeā alrighty then.Ā YUP. For sure. I will DEFINITELY be needing that.
Letās pack it up.
Paul saidā are you kidding me?Ā Are you evenĀ seeingĀ the same thing I am?
And I was likeā look at me.Ā 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.Ā Where CLEARLY he would like to kill someone.Ā But now he is totally inconvenienced because he CANāT.
Because he has to move a giant mirror.
Obviously, Iām fine with murderous irritationā¦ itās a small price to pay for my everlasting happiness.
Besides, itās not my fault that the universe WANTS ME TO HAVE THESE THINGS.
It is OUTSIDE MY CONTROL.
We went home to get Brianās truckā¦ and on the way, I texted a photo to my mom.
She saidā WOW!Ā I cannot WAIT to see it in your house!
I told Paulā my mom loves it!
Paul said– thatās because everyone in your family is an insane enabler with no concept of reality.
Which is true.Ā And also why I love them.
Whatās that?
Youāre thinking this does not look totally reasonable?
Well, it is.
All we had to do was lay it on the bed of the truck.Ā 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 timesā 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 likeā what are you going to do with it?
And Iām confused by what that question means.
Iām 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!
July 12, 2013 @ 10:16 am
That. is. awesome. Just all of it.
July 12, 2013 @ 12:53 pm
I have not laughed that hard in quite some time hahaha! What a great piece!
July 12, 2013 @ 5:18 pm
This is quite possibly one of the greatest blog posts I have ever read!! A)Because you’re hilarious and B)Because the husband/wife Craigslist scenario is PRETTY much what happens at my house, right down to my enabling family š SO FOLLOWING!
July 12, 2013 @ 6:49 pm
You. Are. My. HERO! The reactions of your husband show up in mine (perhaps somewhat milder, though, altogether the same effect). And my mom and sisters would wholeheartedly support a Kingdom mirror! Now I need to scour CL for a minute–just a minute…
July 12, 2013 @ 7:14 pm
Love Craigslist! Love your writing style! And love that my sister sent me a text with a link to your Kingdom Mirror post with the message – this is you. LOL so glad she found it and I subscribed to your blog. Can’t wait to read more!
July 13, 2013 @ 9:06 am
Ok, this deserves to go viral and have 450 comments. This is my new FAVORITE blog. AWESOME post!!!!
Stacy
July 13, 2013 @ 2:34 pm
Oh my word! Probably the funniest blog post I have ever read. You are an amazing writer!! The mirror troll, the mirror that looks like a kingdom…all of it! Perfection! it looks amazing in your house. I love the image of your husband and his silent, enraged defeat. LOL!! So glad to have found you!
July 13, 2013 @ 8:34 pm
I have always loved my sister, but I love her even more for sending me the link to this post!
July 13, 2013 @ 8:46 pm
I would be happy just to have the straps that touched that mirror. OMG, maybe the straps are the real secret to finding great stuff!
July 14, 2013 @ 8:28 am
I am laughing so hard I am in tears! For so many reasons, one of which I married the “quiet” guy with long periods of silence too and tend to prefer things with a past as opposed to new. He has this look that says I am driving him crazy and that he loves me all at the same time!
That was a great story and wonderful writing! Thanks for sharing and making my Sunday morning – and impressive how well you make those mirrors work in your home!
July 14, 2013 @ 9:12 am
Why didn’t I make the obvious connection before…..Victoria/Victorian?! Meant to be. Destined to have that house. And to hunt down treasures to fill it. You can’t fight fate.
July 14, 2013 @ 10:52 am
Beautiful frame. But I’m sorry, I really cannot stop wondering about the seller. What is his malfunction? First he said it was 15′ tall, and then 12′ tall? Does he not even know his own height? Because it’s pretty clearly about one foot to about 18″ max taller than he is. Was the guy 10 to 13 feet tall??? Besides all that, how hard is it to measure something, or hello, just take a frickin picture of it? Ugh.
July 15, 2013 @ 7:42 pm
I just read this aloud to my husband so he will have proof that I am not the only who does things like this! So happy to have found you!
July 16, 2013 @ 4:06 pm
I adore this post. I adore the mirror. I’m insanely jealous of your mirrors. š Your mirror-troll… is a troll after my own heart.
Krissy
July 16, 2013 @ 7:29 pm
It looks just perfect in your home. I don’t understand why your husband couldn’t picture it there right from the start š
July 22, 2013 @ 3:35 pm
Victoria!!
Perfection + and Paul’s true love to help make it happen = Contentment
Glad to catch up with your progress and happy that you took the summer off. Cooking over a hot plate is easier when soup is in season.
July 23, 2013 @ 6:35 pm
LOVE LOVE LOVE, I could read this 100 times over LOL
July 30, 2013 @ 5:02 pm
I’ve read it quite a few times already…..maybe not 100 but certainly double digits. And not tired of it yet! I wonder if Victoria had any idea what was going to happen when she started this blog?! I predict much more fame in her future. I hope fortune follows also.
July 24, 2013 @ 11:49 pm
Very cool story! A big congrats to your husband who had to move that thing! Im surprised it didn’t break on the way back, and it looks great in your house!
July 25, 2013 @ 12:26 am
Oh my stars and garters – this made me laugh. I laughed when I read it and was still laughing later at the grocery store while trying to pick a canteloupe. (Side note: People give you a wide berth at the grocery store when you’re simultaneously snort-laughing and shaking melons.)
July 29, 2013 @ 2:23 am
TOTALLY AWESOME – can’t believe you already had it’s brother/sister at home though!