Call Me Narcissus

When we first moved into this house it had mirrors everywhere.

EVERYWHERE!

There was a large 4’ x 4’ one in the entryway.

The previous owners were kind enough to leave their huge entertainment center in the living room….that was mirrored.

In the dining area there was a floor to ceiling five foot wide mirror.

The boy’s bathroom had one that covered the entire wall above the sink up to the ceiling.

And our bathroom had a gigantic one that stretched over the double vanity up so high I needed a step ladder to clean it!

Not to mention the closet doors in the master bath are mirrors!

I had become accustomed over the years to catching unflattering glimpses of myself at odd angles in the bathroom. I learned to ignore what I saw…… (thank you, denial!)

On the other hand, I used them to my advantage when I cut my hair. The closet is set at such an angle that I could see myself in the mirror over the sink as well as in the closet doors simultaneously. It is helpful to be able to see the  front and back of my head at the same time.

The funny thing is, since the remodel, I can no longer see my reflection in both mirrors unless I go into contortions that would make a circus performer jealous!

We didn’t change the layout of the bathroom. We didn’t change and angles of the walls. We didn’t change the closet door angle….so tell me, why can I no longer see myself?????

At first I was pleased not to have to see my dimpled reflection every time I entered the bathroom. (You’re welcome for that mental picture! Think about it…..ba dum tish……)

But I’m finding I kinda’ miss it....... 

Just call me Narcissus!