It’s been a while since something was too big for the stairwell and had to go up to the roof… *VIDEO*
This post is sponsored by Paul’s patience. All opinions are my own.
After the kitchen-bookcase-misappropriation, I excommunicated Self; denying her Craigslist access and banning her from a position of power.
I said – Self, that was the last straw. You can no longer be trusted… as punishment, we are NEVER buying anything ever again.
Self whispered – I think we should buy something else RIGHT NOW.
I said – NOTHING. EVER. AGAIN.
Self said – or, we could drive directly to the bank and take out all of the money… have you considered that option? Then we can get this mirror.
This sounded like a better plan, so I went and showed Paul. I asked him – if I get a good price for this mirror, will you get it up to the second floor?
Paul said – no.
He said this casually… as though he had never met me before.
I consulted Self to see how we felt about this, and she said — this is why Paul married you: to save him from making horribly erroneous mistakes in life.
So I bid on it.
I won.
$200.
Self said — congratulations! WE ARE A WINNER.
I had to go pick it up by myself, because I hadn’t yet figured out how to tell Paul that I had decided I didn’t like his answer… and rather than have a conversation about it, I had chosen to take a page from his book and act like WHAT?
ARE YOU SURE WE TALKED ABOUT THIS?
I DON’T REMEMBER THAT.
YOU MUST BE WRONG.
I was excited to see how he liked this version of language exchange which some-people-named-my-husband enjoy substituting for conversation.
I was also excited to consider that I may be approaching a time when I operate independently of constraints such as: what is my husband’s opinion?
I mean, it’s even possible that I might eventually graduate to: THERE ARE NO RULES NOW.
Why have I not thought of this before now?
On the way home, I calculated how many people I would need to help me get it upstairs… just incase Paul refused to be involved.
I decided I needed one Paul. Or ten, non-Paul regular people with some moving skills.
Sadly for Paul, I only know people who are idiots like myself, so he had to help after all.
Before we can mount it to the wall, I have to order some corbels… I haven’t decided between fancy or extra-fancy.
To understand how we’ll support the mirror from below, read this post… to understand how I’ll use the corbels, look at this post/ fourth photo down.
October 28, 2015 @ 10:14 am
What? No comments? That can’t be…
October 28, 2015 @ 10:18 am
Woo Hoooo – Self is back!!!!!! I absolutely love the mirror and can’t wait to see it installed. Paul is so lucky to have you, just think how boring his life would be without you and big, fancy things!!!
October 28, 2015 @ 10:21 am
ELVIS AND a beautiful new GFT!!! Wonderful! Oh — and of course there are no rules! 🙂
October 28, 2015 @ 10:22 am
Yay Elvis the stunt cat steals the show!
October 28, 2015 @ 10:23 am
Extra fance. Always extra fancy!
October 28, 2015 @ 10:24 am
May I vote? Extra fancy. Or even extra extra fancy. To thine own self be true. And it is true love. He built a custom ladder to haul that beauty upstairs.
October 28, 2015 @ 10:24 am
I can’t tell you how much I look forward to reading each of your posts. I wish my husband would go along with all of my ideas (or “super plans” as I like to call them).
October 28, 2015 @ 4:30 pm
Super Plans! Oh, I like that!
October 28, 2015 @ 10:26 am
Great mirror and perfect for that room. How do you find this stuff?
October 28, 2015 @ 10:26 am
The shimmy at 0:36 is my favorite! Please make a gif of it for me! PleasepleasepleasepleasePLEEEEASE!
Also, it’s about time you realized there are no rules. I had to laugh/howl about the conversational styles. I’ve contemplated turning those tables more than a few times myself; but I can not, in good conscience, pretend I don’t remember things. I feel like this must be what they were REALLY teaching the boys in 5th grade. You know, when we were learning about fallopian tubes, etc.
October 28, 2015 @ 3:36 pm
Oh hahahaha. I am the only person who can remember exact conversations in our household, and I can’t possibly give up that power. Although it sounds much better when you call it good conscience. 🙂
October 28, 2015 @ 10:26 am
Or….you could take plastic casts of the two bottom decorative bits, and use the to make custom corbels that are mirror images of what’s on the mirror….just sayin’.
October 28, 2015 @ 10:45 am
I was also attracted by the bottom bits and that’s a great idea! We already know they can do the molding bit and what’s another project for Victoria? Besides – winter is coming. What else would she have to occupy her time?
October 28, 2015 @ 11:00 am
thank you for saving me from the horror of overlooking the obvious!!!!!!! that is the perfect solution!!!
October 28, 2015 @ 10:27 am
Wonderful – the mirror, the flower garden, the husband, the dancing! And best of all the Elvis’ graceful leap.
October 28, 2015 @ 10:34 am
Will you decorate my house?
October 28, 2015 @ 10:35 am
I love your videos! Elvis is the best and the mirror is beautiful… totally worth it all!!
October 28, 2015 @ 10:38 am
Now I understand the corbels. And you paint the mounting board and the corbels white to coordinate with the trim. You could have painted it to match the wall in the hopes it would blend in but instead you are making a feature out of the practical (and necessary) board. Interesting. The corbels ramp up the fancy quotient.
This mirror is white (or off white). Is this your first one that’s not gold-tone or actually gilded? Will that affect how you deal with the board and corbels? Will you match the mirror frame or the trim? I’m worried an off- white mirror and white trim won’t harmonize. Maybe paint the board and corbels gold? Just an idea…
I tried to open the link to extra fancy corbels but it just takes me to Amazon and asks me to sign in. Bummer! I was looking forward to spying extra fancy…?
October 28, 2015 @ 10:46 am
Whenever I read about “Self” I am reminded of the movie “The Trouble With Angels” starring Hayley Mills. The line she speaks whenever she has a great idea, in her wonderful British accent of course … “I’ve got the most scathingly brilliant idea.”
October 28, 2015 @ 10:49 am
You are a lunatic. So are your peonies…how did you get them to bloom in October? Magic peonies??? 😉
Again, I have the perfect spot for this in my home in case it doesn’t work out….just sayin.
October 28, 2015 @ 10:54 am
yes! magic peony variety… called dahlias! it’s why I love them… they are STILL going strong when everything else is long done!
I took this on Sunday:
https://instagram.com/p/9Rtg_enBED/?taken-by=victoriaelizabethbarnes
varieties are here:
http://victoriaelizabethbarnes.com/favorite-new-dahlias/
October 28, 2015 @ 11:08 am
I’m such a smartass….planting dahlias now.
October 28, 2015 @ 10:51 am
I have decided we must become friends….:) (Not in a stalkerish way, no worries) Your posts kill me…..(in a good way, no worries) Keep the adventures coming. (my deepest apologies to Paul)
October 28, 2015 @ 10:52 am
Oooooh I love it! And I’ll cast my vote for the “extra fancy”! Can’t wait to see it in place!
October 28, 2015 @ 11:00 am
So unfair 🙁 Why can’t my Craigslist wanderings ever yield such pieces of glorious awesomeness? Your new acquisition is beautiful! I can’t wait to see it with the corbels, though I think only extra fancy ones will suffice.
October 28, 2015 @ 11:10 am
Because the universe loves HER more than other people! It’s just that simple.
October 28, 2015 @ 11:04 am
“This post is sponsored by Paul’s patience. All opinions are my own.” I die. Seriously. Before I go, thank you for the adorable Elvis cameo appearance to end the film. It made my morning.