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!
May 15, 2016 @ 10:13 pm
Okay. This is positively the best blog post I have read in FOR-EV-ER…
May 16, 2016 @ 9:45 am
Wonderful mirror and terrific bargain. I started browing your other posts and I’m now sipping away at my tea and settling in for a morning of very enjoyable reading. I’m a member of the “incredibly chic, antique and chippy -amazing-finds” club … love the treasure hunt and so glad the outdoor sale season has finally kicked in. I was getting feverish. Love your posts. I found a delightful treasure here.
May 16, 2016 @ 3:31 pm
HOLY MOLY!! That is one heck of a find. I can see why you HAD to have it and and and then I see the pix with the a matching smaller version in the hall. Destiny. It was your mirror ‘destiny’ to get that.
May 20, 2016 @ 11:10 am
Oh my gosh, you are my hero! Love this!!!
May 22, 2016 @ 4:34 pm
I think we are soulmates. Except my husband reaffirmed his position as mine when, after helping me move an antique sideboard into our dining room today (across the table from another one) he drain, and I quote, “Now you can go shopping for stuff to put in it” I love that man.
May 27, 2016 @ 1:51 pm
Just WOW! <3
June 15, 2016 @ 9:25 am
And thus we now have confirmation as to why men live shorter lives than women…
June 23, 2016 @ 3:48 pm
Oh my God, my eyes are popping out of my head and I am slobbering! Excuse me while I check craigslist.
June 25, 2016 @ 7:14 pm
I love this post. I think we are sisters from another mother and our husbands are related. Thank you forking my day!!!!
June 25, 2016 @ 8:03 pm
My wife sent this article to me. I initially rolled my eyes and thought “great, another mommy blog”, but I was mistaken, this is hilarious. You and your husband should have your own sitcom. haha0
June 26, 2016 @ 12:23 pm
I am still flabbergasted that you only paid $280.00 dollars for it!! It is stunning! Looking at a mirror that size to buy, I’ve seen plain ones for more than that! Good find! God bless!
June 27, 2016 @ 7:44 am
Wow! What a fabulous find. My friend did something similar looking to remodel her home accurately for old Florida. She had a beautiful old fireplace mantel.
July 8, 2016 @ 8:26 pm
Your mirror troll needs to meet my crafting goblin. I think they would get along.
July 15, 2016 @ 9:31 pm
I must tell you I very rarely leave a comment. But you my dear are hilarious and a kindred soul and I just had to let you know how this story brightened my day! Thank you so much for sharing that was awesome. Please let Paul know there are others like him. He is not alone. Perhaps he and my husband can start a club. ??
July 21, 2016 @ 4:22 pm
Love the story about the castle mirror…..LMAO!! So similar to some of my own experiences and, yes, our friends won’t help us anymore either because they claim everything I own or buy is too damn heavy!!! Just got done renovating two Condo’s that we combined so your stories are right up my alley!!
Beautiful mirror by the way!!! Keep the enjoyable and relatable stories coming!!!
July 22, 2016 @ 4:57 am
What a great story and the best part- my husband is the exact same way!! This could have been written about my husband and I.
July 27, 2016 @ 10:29 pm
Ok, I though the wardrobe was out of this world, but the mirror deal you snagged simply defies words. A woman after my own heart! I can only guess you have a background in the dramatic arts…your viceral love of craftsmanship, artistry, and beauty, coupled with the thrill of the chase prove you are a kindred spirit.
I will look forward to seeing more of your amazing conquests down the road.
Best,
Stephanie
August 7, 2016 @ 11:03 am
I love your blog. Makes me cry with laughter. You are so my hero!
August 24, 2016 @ 1:48 pm
This was the most entertaining & accurate relationship story E. V. E. R.! Thanks for the laughs!
August 30, 2016 @ 1:29 am
Love these mirrors. What style would you say they are because ever since I read this article I have been obsessed with finding one for myself… Gothic Egyptian revival?? Lost in the many Victorian styles.