Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
November 7, 2012 1 Comment
Remember how we redid our half bath? If not, you can check it all out here. If you’ll recall, when we last updated you, we were mirror-less in the half bath. Womp, womp.
Well, I’m happy to report that the situation has been remedied. I decided that I could no longer make decisions. Well, I guess I made that one decision to no longer decide. Confused yet? Anyways, I also figured that we should start using what we already owned instead of going out and buying new stuff. So I went on a mirror hunt in the basement, and I came up with this:
It was the old mirror from our dining room back in Boston (and apparently it was from Bed Bath & Beyond, although I have a hard time believing I spent that much money on it, but whatever).
Anyways, I wasn’t crazy about the black frame. But the shape and size were good, so I figured I’d try my hand at spray-painting it. And just to keep everything neutral, I decided to go with silver. Titanium Silver to be precise.
I then proceeded to tape off the mirror with blue painter’s tape . . .
I used a bunch of smaller pieces so that I could tuck them in along the curves.
Then, I added newspaper to cover the entire mirror so that I wouldn’t end up with paint everywhere.
Then the operation moved outside. I set the mirror up on a large broken-down box and got my spray on.
Oh, and I also decided I’d spray some old frames while I was at it. Here it is after one coat . . .
After two coats (I started finding frames everywhere and kept adding them in) . . .
And finally after three coats (I had to actually stop and buy another can of spray paint–I really don’t understand how people cover stuff in only two coats using one can? Am I over-doing it or something? What am I missing?) . . .
Pretty good, right? And little ol’ naive me then just figured I had to let it all dry, remove the tape, and I’d be good to go, right? So I put it all in the garage to dry for a few days so that it was good and cured. And then I removed the tape.
And I guess from a distance it looked okay, but that dang spray paint got everywhere! Including underneath my newspapers. Grrr.
So out came the handy-dandy razor . . .
And the spray paint scraped right off. Voila!
All that was left was hanging it. Now, in retrospect, I think I hung it too high. That seems a common problem in our house–I think it has something to do with being tall. Oh well, at least it’s up, right?
What do you think? It’s an improvement, at least, right?
Now our guests won’t be freaking out wondering whether they’ve got boogers hanging out of their noses. You’re welcome guests. You’re welcome.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering who’s the fairest of them all, well, it’s this girl. Duh.