Okay... I know it's been a while, but nursing school isn't easy and that's all I have to say. I'll be graduating on December though so the light is at the end of the tunnel. I wanted to post a project I'm in the process of working on. I am collecting small mirrors and painting them all the same color (antique white). One day when I feel like I've caught my limit I will hang them all in the form of a collage on the wall. There will be many shapes and sizes and hopefully it will be a feast for the eyes. Right now it's a feast for my minds eyes. In the midst of them all there will be one single red mirror. I've already told most of my friends about this idea so they can help me find mirrors and keep an eye out for the red one. I don't know what the red one will look like, but when I see it I'll know. I also think they will know if they see it. If one of my friends finds a mirror it has more of a chance of becoming the red one. This is my collection thus far...
Speaking of mirrors I thought I would share with y'all what I had waiting for me when I woke up on the 16th...
I just thought it was nice. James made my morning with this one.
4 comments:
Very creative note from hubs! And the mirror idea is great! You'll have a collection in no time! Lastly, Dec is not that far away--you can do it! (you have to say that last part with a funny little voice and much enthusasium)
The mirrors are turning out great! The time is ticking down on me finding a spot for the two cuties that Sarah bought me. If I don't find a place for them soon, I might let you have them.
Aww...that is a sweet note from James!
Don't worry, I will keep my eyes peeled for the illusive red one. In my mind it is square, larger than the square one you have. Your other "mirror" is cute to. I told Joel, I am not sure he believed me, knowing James.
A fine project to be sure. Provided, of course, that you don't plan on entertaining very many vampires at your home. You know how they can get about mirrors.
And, after all, that’s the good part about vampires; there are many “identifiers” that give them away. The Real Trouble starts when you invite the werewolves over. They look just everybody else until the moon peeks out from behind the clouds and the Bang! You’re mauled and it’s too late to do anything about it.
But a life-long gypsy curse and a strong proclivity for raw meat might seem, to some, a small price to pay to be able to lay a story like that on polite people at cocktail parties.
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