Whenever I go over to my grandma’s house, she makes me take something home. Not food. Not gifts. She makes me take something from her house. This has been going on for years. Lucky for me, under all the old-lady crafty stuff is some actual good stuff. I guess there’s something to be said for not getting rid of things for 40 or 50 years. Half of my unique “antiques” are from my grandparents.
My latest find: this eagle-topped porthole mirror. I’ve had my eye on it for a while, and she had no troubles parting with it. I’m not even sure she remembered she had it. (It was hanging in a rarely-used extra bathroom.)
I love the detail on it. Looks like fancy metalwork, but it’s just molded plastic. I added it to my circular mirror installation in the recently renewed stairwell. Fits right in.
The middle one is kind of wishing it was a porthole mirror too now, so I will have to keep my eyes open while thrifting. Dare I say this might be a start of a collection?
Oh and FYI, I don’t necessarily recommend taking pregnant self-portraits in the reflection of a convex mirror. Funhousey.
