Upon reflection

One would think that 3 women with college degrees could hang 4 mirrors on a wall. And they could . . . after 2 hours and no thanks to my input.

As usual, I’d gotten a ridiculous and ambitious idea: this one was that we ought to decorate our living room using some square mirrors I’d found lying around the house.

But we didn’t want them in any boring pattern. Only something exciting would do. Our solution? A diamond shape.

I’m usually more of an eyeballer sort of person, but I wanted this to be exact, so I was in there with a tape measure and a broom handle for a straightedge and a notepad and calculator for dimensions and distances and a glass of water acting as a rudimentary level. Disaster waiting to happen.

My housemates came in, took one look at the mess, and took over. Simple solution: tie a nail to a thread and use it as a level, pencil in where the mirrors will go, check for accuracy, and mount mirrors to the wall.

We felt quite triumphant about our success—nearly as proud as the day the 4 of us managed to hoist our futon over a wall and burst into spontaneous cheering when we succeeded. I think the mirrors look quite professional, and they brighten the room, but best of all is when Skippyjon Jones comes to visit and looks in the mirror to see, not a Siamese Cat, but a Chihuahua.