As many of you know, we live in a 75-year-old house which is slowly sinking into the swamp that is Washington, D.C., southwest corner first. This, of course, means that none of the wall or ceiling joints are plumb anymore, especially in the living room.
Nowhere is that more visible than over the mantlepiece of our no-longer-fire-safe-fireplace.
My friend Lucienne had the bright idea of finding something round or oval so it would kind of mask the problem, and today, super score at the thrift store!!!!
A long, lean oval mirror that looks straight out of a Pottery Barn catalog. For how much you ask?
Twenty-five clams. Oh yeah.
