Well, we're back home now bathroom mirror
. It was great visiting our family and watching my little girl play with the cousins she doesn't often get to see.

This trip really put me outside of my "comfort zone." (Maybe that's a good thing.) We really don't go that many places bathroom mirror
. Being fat and tired all the time probably has alot to do with that.

There was lots of eating out in restaurants bathroom mirror
, and each time I had to worry about booths. It all worked out okay, but I'll be so glad when I don't have to stress about that anymore!

Then there was one sticky moment when my sister-in-law took me to a cute and trendy little shop with narrow aisles bathroom mirror
 and nooks crammed with jewelry and purses and all kinds of lovely things for the home. Not great place to go with your toddler...or if you have a big behind.

After recently reading about a truly horrifying experience in a gift shop on Escape From Obesity, I thought I was going to have my own when my butt brushed up againt a wooden sign bathroom mirror
and knocked it to the floor. I was mortified when it happened and stood there for a moment...eyes closed, wincing and waiting for more things to come crashing to the floor bathroom mirror
. Fortunately nothing broke, but the owner who was bustling about seemed alot less friendly after that little incident.

Finally, most of the time I'm used to just seeing myself from the neck up in the mirror above my bathroom sink, so the big mirror with the bright lighting over the sink in the hotel bathroom mirror
 was certainly an eye opening experience. (Note to self: Big t-shirts don't hide anything. They just make you look like a big girl wearing a big shirt.)

 

My mum comes along and points out that it may be in line with the tiles,
but it's not actually centered above the shelf and the sink. We're talking about, ooh,
an inch and a half here, maximum. But the mirror is fixed and it's too late to move it bathroom mirror
.
So now my mother is stalking around the house huffing and puffing and slamming things around
and acting as the whole word is conspiring against her and the entire bathroom mirror is RUINED!!!,
and my dad, quite justifiably, is now avoiding her because he's pissed off that he did the job and she's still not happy bathroom mirror
.
In my mum's defense, the mirror does look a bit odd. But FFS! It's a MIRROR!! I bet, I just bet (and I'm going on many years of past experience here)
 that this one tiny thing will escalate out of all control and will mean that neither of my parents will talk to each other for at least the rest of the bank holiday weekend bathroom mirror
.
 Meaning that my brother and I will do what we always do, which is leave them to get on with it, and confine ourselves to our respective rooms knowing that to emerge just quite frankly won't be worth the effort. Well, joy bloody joy.
What great fun this is going to be bathroom mirror
. And they wonder why I am so desperate to get a place of my own. Yes - a great bloody mystery, that.

You wouldn't believe that a simple inanimate object - a square, plain, bathroom mirror - could cause such grief.
 Well let me tell you, I already despise that bathroom mirror. Actually, scrap that bathroom mirror,
the mirror is actually quite nice, and it's done nothing wrong. Sorry, mirror,
I retract that statement and offer you my full apologies. What I actually despise is bathroom mirror the reaction it has caused amongst more pathetic members of my household. You want the story? Well I'll tell you.
A mirror needed replacing in our bathroom. You want the reason for the full-scale hostility and extreme sulking that is now going on? It's not dead centre! OH MY GOD, CALL IN THE EMERGENCY SERVICES!!
 How utterly pathetic. I'm so frustrated by this ridiculous,
unecessary stupidity that I can barely bring myself to talk to anyone.
 So here's the detail: my dad lined up the mirror with the tiles above the sink, happy as bathroom mirror Larry because all the edges were perfectly in line with the tiles and it was a perfect fit bathroom mirror.

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If you've been considering updating look of your bathroom, give your lighting a lot of consideration. There are numerous kinds of bathroom lighting and not all are suited to everyone but there is definitely a lighting design for everyone.

The different types of bathroom light fixtures are made to basically focus light around the bathroom mirror to aid in putting on makeup, shaving, dressing, brushing teeth and other personal grooming activities.

One common type of bathroom light fixture is the bar light. A bar light is just a series of small lights that are mounted on a metal bar that attaches to a wall above the sink and usually directly over a mirror. Bar lights have glass shades that may be pointed up or down depending on if you prefer the light to be reflected off the bathroom mirror below the lights or bounced up towards the ceiling and flooding the room with light.

Another type of bar light that is very common are vanity globes. These are the glass bulbs that enclose the light bulbs around the bar fixture. Think movie star dressing room lights and you'll have an idea of what they look like. Their fun design will meld into almost any feminine decor.

A sconce is another common bathroom lighting fixture. There are usually three to five sconce lights located around a bathroom as they don't put out much light but are very decorative.

Finally, simple fan and decorative light combinations are very popular and functional. Since the bathroom receives so much moisture, it makes good sense to purchase a fully enclosed lighting fixture. Decorative lighting will add light without detracting from your bathroom decor and is always a good choice.

 

I’ve spent the rest of the week trying to recover from such a bad weekend. And I think I have mostly done so. Scale-wise, I definitely have. I was down 1.6 pounds at WeightWatchers, and am down 2 pounds from last Saturday. I have been toning down the portion size that I eat, but I realize now that I need to allow myself to spend a few points for something that I really want… a serving of yams would’ve been fine, for 5 points. But I was trying to deny myself the yams to save points, and that backfired big-time.

Just like always, I’ll get right back on track. As I’ve said many times in the past, the key is in not giving up. As long as one keeps trying, keeps working at it, one will be successful. I’ve learned what happens when one continues to fight, and what happens when one gives up. I’ve done both. To remind myself of that, I have the following written on my bathroom mirror. I see this every morning and every night:
Don’t give up, and never forget.

As long as I keep on fighting, and remember what happens when I stop being vigilant, I will be okay.

Without screaming. I think I can even see some muscle growth, but that may just be wishful thinking. It’s hard to tell when I flex like Arnold in front of the bathroom mirror every morning. Maybe I should only do that once a week

 

The bathroom is an important room in your house and with a little effort you can change it into somhing very luxurious. It can be as simple as changing the fronts of the cabinets but if you want you can rebuild and redesign it completely. But a very important part in the design is the bathroom mirror. I have found a very nice article about this subject and the first part you can read here. If you are interested to read the complete article, then follow the link at the end of this post.

White, bright and fabulous bathrooms are all the buzz in the latest bathroom design craze. Bathrooms splashed with boldly colored painted walls and patterned ceramic floor tiles adorned with pristine white pottery bathroom suites create the perfect drama. To finalize the look as the French would say “la piece de resistance”, the bathroom mirror. Bathroom mirrors are one of the primary elements of any bathroom design ensemble simply because they can completely change the look of the bathroom in the sense of how both natural and artificial light are reflected.

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.

Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table.

And, next to them, a single red rose!! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.

He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the bathroom mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"

He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper.

His son is also at the table, eating.

Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?"
"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."

Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"

His son replies, "Oh THAT...Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!"

Are you concerned that your kitchen could look cleaner than it does? Do you feel like your guests judge you whenever they stumble into your kitchen? Have you ever been told you were a "disgusting, horrible excuse for a person" upon someone sighting your grime covered oven?

If you answered yes to any of those questions then we have the product for you. The stainless steel cleaner has been thoroughly tested on the toughest of stains and grime to ensure that, regardless of the situation, you will come out with a bathroom mirror finish on whatever it is you decide to clean. Don't believe us?

What did I think about the Steel Cleaner/Protectant? Well, so many things. I guess the easiest way to describe would be WOW. I mean, I've never seen my oven and sink so clean! It was literally clearer to look into than my bathroom mirror. Honestly, I don't think I could live without this product anymore. It's just that good.

I've always had problems with keeping my bathroom mirror appliances clean. I thought I'd tried everything, and had almost given up my quest to find a stainless steel cleaner that works when a colleague recommended Solaire to me. I bought a bottle of their stainless steel cleaner that evening after work and boy was I pleased with the results. My kitchen was cleaner than ever before - it looked like a kitchen off a cleaner commerical. One of my friends even commented on it and said she was jealous of it.

I was just assaulted by a toothbrush. We had some weakling Colgate electric brushes that Sean bought. When they gave up the plaque fighting after only a week, I asked Sean if he reached to the back of the shelf for them. "No, I grabbed the first pack on the shelf." And that, my friends, is why you don't let men buy electric toothbrushes. Women know that everyone tests the first set of electric anythings on the shelf. You should always reach at least two or three deep when buying things with exposed, "test me" buttons!

He comes trotting out to the car last night, "I got us some new toothbrushes." What?! The dead ones were brand new, just needed new batteries! Anyways, he bought Oral Bs this time and reached to the back of the shelf. These toothbrushes are killer. Not like, killer cool, like killer rip your teeth from their roots and smack them against the bathroom mirror killer. I made the mistake of turning it on, fully loaded without placing it in my mouth first. I got toothpaste all over the place. Not just in a continuous line across the bathroom mirror, but in a cross pattern as these toothbrushes scrub in multiple directions, not just up and down.

I like to move around as I brush. Multi-task, come back for a spit, then back to multi-tasking. Nope. With these, I have to hover over the sink and turn the thing off between spits. Not only that, I can't even look at myself in the mirror while I brush. It makes my image vibrate. I can feel the pulses of the toothbrush jiggling my eye sockets. It's quite the toothbrush.

OMGosh, why didn't someone stop me? I could delete all of that and pretend that I actually have a life, but I'll just post and let you all know the real me. The me that blathers on about a flippin' toothbrush.

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The day of the dinner passed quickly in a flurry of house cleaning and food prep. Now it was time to get ready.

First, what to wear. My wardrobe was weighted heavily in jeans and sweaters at one end - the kind of garb I wear to walk the dog and take out the garbage - and, at the other end, two business suits circa 1986, shoulder pads and all, a little black dress and my stand-by dress in case someone dies and I have to attend a funeral.

I threw on my "good" jeans and a sweater and made my way to the bathroom mirror. Time for some makeup.

I figured I had things aced in the makeup department. Having recently purchased some new, mineral-based powder foundation I was ready to project a healthy glow. Unfortunately, the powder had a way of finding and falling into every wrinkle going. In the bathroom mirror, the finished result was something reminiscent of the Gobi desert.

On to the ambiance. I did a little better in this department - how hard can lighting a few candles be, after all? With just two minutes to go until the guests were due to arrive, my husband offered to put out some nuts until the appetizer was ready.

I felt I had things, more or less, under control when the doorbell rang. We received our guests, got them settled before the fire with a nice glass of Merlot and were getting on swimmingly when I remembered the hors d'oeuvre. The smoke alarm was just starting to beep as I entered the kitchen. Thirty-two canapes dumped in the backyard snow. How popular we would be with the raccoons that night!

The evening unfolded on more or less a fun note. But as we bid our guests goodnight and turned to the mountain of dishes in the kitchen, I turned to my husband and said, "We need to go out more."

Okay, I skipped a couple days' worth of work on the bathroom renovation, but that's just posting the photos online. I did manage to take pictures daily. Now I can play catch up, and post the important ones.

They also put the paper covering on the floor so that they wouldn't get all the other stuff all over the place. And, they put in the ceramic caddy (the place we bought it from called it a "shampoo holder") the next day, along with the vanity base and the soapstone-looking countertop -- with the basin. The sink fixtures were also installed, and you can see the small trim tile around the walls of the tub, too:

Today, they finished up the bathroom. The only problem is that the vanity bathroom mirror (also a medicine cabinet) is WAY too low. So is the lighting above the bathroom mirror. When I stand in front of the mirror, I am perfectly aligned in the middle of the mirror...and seeing that I am all of 5'2", this means the mirror is certainly too low. You can only see a corner of the bathroom mirror, but you can already see how too-close it is to the top of the counter, which is already relatively low:

Sophie's new favorite room is now the bathroom because of all the new smells she encounters daily. Here she is, checking out the new toilet -- which is a water-saving toliet. This is a big issue here in California. This toilet uses about half the amount of water a standard toilet utilizes for a single flush. Pretty economical:

The guys will come back on Monday to do some sealing on the tile (we're not allowed to put up the shower curtain rod or the shower curtain because the shower isn't ready to use until after the sealant is complete. When they return, we are also going to have them adjust the height of the bathroom mirror and the lighting so that the mirror isn't crowding the sink and the lighting.

Tired of another Wednesday night spent singing into your hairbrush in front of the bathroom mirror? Us either. But we suggest you left coasters check out NaCo Nights in Hollywood anyway. Because people will gossip less if you drink there than on the floor of your bathroom. Plus, Playmovil Project, Ceci Bastida and DJ Joaquin all sound a lot better than your amateur ass. P.S. Free NaCo t-shirt and VIP parking if you show up in a Volkswagen. Isn’t it cute how people in L.A. have to drive everywhere?

We practically lived the basement for awhile . It was challenging at times to cook supper on portable burners but it was fun although I don't think my daughters thought it was fun to wash the dishes in the laundry room.

Great job on the installation of the glass shower door and bathroom mirror! Also thanks to our friends and family who have had for some months now, listen to my renovation stories. I appreciate all your support.

 

The housework.  That chore is Number One on the agenda today; yet, it's the one I don't want, or care, to do.  LOL  I 've gotten the master bath cleaned...between fielding phone calls.  I need a chant  to get me motivated, and moving.

While cleaning the bathroom mirror, I noted something funny about my lip...other than the almost blackness of it.  In the bathroom mirror, one of the sutures had come untied, and was "hanging" with one straight end, and one knotted end.  I had no alternative other than to pull it out, and put a...butterfly bandage over it.

I cut the bandage down , a great deal, but it's still big for the lip.  Add to that, it's white...like althetic tape.  May as well be neon.  LOL  I wonder what happened to those neat little steri-strips of 20 some odd yrs. ago?  I've been told they're no longer made.  I can't prove that, and haven't tried; but it seems there would still be a need for them.

I climbed the step ladder this morning, and took the 5 blades off our bedroom ceiling fan.  Every fan in the house is white; which, I really don't mind...except for this:  the area we live in, is extremely dusty; even without having had several "dry" summers.  Within 10 minutes after I dust, it looks as if it was never done.  It reminds me of hearting with gas, but we're electric.    So, the ceiling fans are always dusty.  Every time I clean them; I dust/vacuum the blades off, and then wipe them down.  I average doing this task once a month.  The wipe downs make S-T-R-E-A-K-S galore!  The fans look as if someone smokes, in the house.  Yet, we're non-smokers, and even guests don't smoke inside. 

 

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I came home that afternoon and found the words on my bathroom mirror:

My first thought: "Boy was I a jerk this morning.  DH is soooooo sweet!!!"

Second thought: "What the heck did he use to write that on the bathroom mirror?"

Third thought: "I hope I can get it OFF the mirror (eventually)."

Fourth thought: "I miss DH."

A few weeks ago DH was getting ready to leave yet AGAIN for about 5 days.  He hasn't deployed since he was wounded, thank goodness, but he is gone A LOT in the fall.  This one particular trip was not work related for him and I guess I was a bit jealous that he got to go somewhere and have fun and I was "stuck" at home doing, well, everything else.

So before I left for work that morning I gave DH a hug and whispered to him, "Make sure you clean up all your crap before you leave.  I don't want to have to stare at it for the next 5 days."

DH's reply: "Great.  The last thing you say to me before I leave and you are nagging me."

I took a DEEP breath, counted to 10-ish and simply said, "I love you."  Then I left for work.

It's all about the little things...

This afternoon I was busy barbequing chicken kebabs late when my wife came over and announced a minor crisis: "I think there is a tick on the bathroom mirror". I took a look at the creature and confirmed her tentative identification. The patterns on the tick's back looked unusual, so I left to get my camera and a vial of alcohol.

I haven't the slightest idea where it came from and how it ended up on the side of the bathroom mirror. It is now resting in alcohol.

A quick search on the Internet identified it as a female American dog tick. It definitely looks different than the deer ticks that I am more used to seeing around and on me.

 

I just learned a great cleaning tip and felt the need to share! Someone told me that using newspaper to wipe down glass eliminates the streaks. Being the ever-skeptic that I am, I refused to believe it until I tried it out for myself. So…after I Windexed the bathroom mirror, I grabbed a wad of newspaper and tried out the theory. It was true! The newspaper really does get rid of the streaks! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I rushed to do the rest of the mirrors in the house and the newspaper trick worked every time! Moral of the story: next time you are cleaning your car windshield or bathroom mirror, finish it off with a swipe of newspaper and you’ll have sparkling, streak-free glass gleaming back at you!

Oh, and by the way, I use Windex which is supposed to be a streak-free cleaner but it really isn’t. It’s all some marketing ploy to get you to buy the more expensive brand rather than the store brand.

So everybody just clean your bathroom mirror with newspaper!

Sin is a bargain, a lie at the core. And like any good lie, it seduces you with a false reality. In the short term, all is well. In the long run….what the hell. Literally.

This particular morning I stood in front of the bathroom mirror like I had thousands of times before, but this day something was different. At first I didn’t know what was troubling me. There I was, looking like I’d just awakened and didn’t want to be there. But there was more to me this particular day; my sins were waiting for me on the other side of the bathroom mirror.

I looked again. Looked at my face in the bathroom mirror. Looked into my own eyes. Who- or what- was I?

The vivid remembrance of my sins looked back at me. This wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to me. The knowledge of my sins greeted me frequently. I let them have their moment, thought of some mad, creative, idiotic thought justifying the entirety of it all, swallowed them again, and went about my business.

Time stopped. I sensed the beat of my heart under the skin; became aware of my breathing; understood the chemistry of my thoughts and the momentary miracle of being alive at all.

 

I didn’t have just one imaginary friend, I had many. And actually, they weren’t so much imaginary friends as they were an imaginary audience. They like to sit and listen while I narrated my day to them. As I got older, they would follow me around while I went on walks or rode my bike or did household chores. I would explain to them, step-by-step, exactly how to get the mirror in the bathroom sparkling clean. They hung on my every word because that is a very fascinating subject, and I have a very fascinating way of explaining things.

And now I am going to tell you something that I feel terribly embarrassed and awkward and clunky talking to my friends and family about, and yet somehow feel completely comfortable revealing now to a roomful of strangers . . . I still have imaginary friends.

Although I no longer narrate the minutia of household chores to my imaginary friends (that’s what my daughters are there for!), I do still have this need for an audience. And this, Velveteen readers, this is why I blog.

I started my blog thinking I would just keep it to myself. Just stretch the ol’ writing fingers and let my mommy brain aspire to dwell on something other than how to get cloth diapers so sparkling clean that my bathroom mirror would be jealous. But then that itch for an audience started to get to me. I began wandering around from blog to blog, clicking from blogroll to blogroll, mostly because I couldn’t think of much to say on my blog (aside from talking about bathroom mirrors and cloth diaper laundry), so I worked my way around blogdom, listening in on what other people were writing about.

 

I was going through my photo archive today and noticed that whenever I toured a potential new home, I got a shot of myself in the bathroom mirror.

Here I am checking out the bathroom mirror in our new apartment in Opelika. I look very happy with my Diet Dr Pepper. Steven actually found this apartment and I was most pleased. The cats loved the hallway.

Not a year later we found a new house with a new bathroom in Auburn. I don’t look as pleased this day when I came out to photo-survey the place. At least I’m dressed better. Maybe I wish I had a Diet Dr Pepper. I loved the water faucets in that bathroom. I did not like how the sewer tended to back up into the bathtub. NASTINESS.

Once again we found ourselves on the move — this time to Chelsea. Here I am in the guest bathroom. It’s the biggest guest bathroom I’ve ever had. If only my sister and I had this bathroom growing up! There’s even an excellent little skylight window above the bathtub.

We’ve been here a little over a year and, knock on wood, there’s been no rumors of moving.

Cletus is obsessed with her fellow baby. Pictures of babies, babies on tv, her baby friends at day care: all are unbelievably awesome. Each night after her bath, Cletus spends a good minute or two laughing hysterically at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, hair in clumps on top of her head. She giggles, coos, looks away, then snaps her face forward again, flirting with herself. Once last week she stood naked in front of the full length bathroom mirror in her bedroom, smiling and patting her belly with her open palms. Then she peed, the stream hitting the glass and splattering onto the floor. Her face -- first, surprise, then glee.

Which brings me to this: if you let Cletus the Former Fetus run around the house without a diaper in the hopes that it will help her nightmare of a yeast rash heal more quickly, eventually she will squat down and shit on the rug like a dog. Then, while you and your husband are busy laughing like crazy because, hey, poop is funny, she will step in it, and then one of you will have to restrain the child while the other wipes her down while simultaneously trying to keep the dog from consuming her weight in baby shit. Then you will laugh and laugh some more and realize that often the best memories are the ones that end with someone being hosed off from head to toe.

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With myself, I am brutal. After nearly a week of this weather, I couldn’t stand myself. “What the hell is the matter with you,” I’d think when I looked in the bathroom mirror, or at my planner, or at my house, or at the bathroom scale. “Pull it together!”

I was about two centimeters away from my bathroom mirror, surveying my flaws, picking at flaking skin and clogged pores, when I heard a little voice say, Why are you picking on me?

I remembered someone who told me that after her divorce, a friend made her pack herself a thermos of hot soup for work, everyday. She said that everytime she open that thermos of steaming, homemade soup, she knew that someone really cared about her: herself.

I had to stop & think about what that would mean. Like most people, I sometimes confuse self-kindness with self-indulgence. Eat the rest of the ice cream. You deserve it. Don’t do your work today. You need a rest. Have another drink. You’ve been so stressed. But that line of thinking is just a crooked path back to self-abuse. Like the “honeymoon” side of the wife-beater. It always smacks you down in the end.

I looked in the bathroom mirror and tried to soften my focus. I needed a shower. I would start there, and deal later with the question of whether or not I had something nice or even clean to wear, after a week of neglecting the laundry. As I stepped into the tub, I again thought about that thermos of soup. Homemade, not from a can. I thought about how I would treat one of my own precious little boys after a hard week.

I pulled back. I was picking on myself. Like the worst schoolyard bully. Sun or no sun, I had to stop being mean, and be better to me.

 

 

Here is a helpful idea or tip, I find it extremely comforting and positive.

Try putting one (or more) positive or self-affirming quotes or sayings on your bathroom mirror. I know that for me, looking in the bathroom mirror used to bring on all kinds of negative words. When you look in the bathroom mirror, you inevitably think certain things about yourself. Having positive things up there on your bathroom mirror seriously helps. You see them and they remind you of your better self. I absolutely love it. When you do this, you seem positive sayings every day, multiple times a day. They get in your head. You begin to feel differently when you look in the bathroom mirror.

Try it!

These are the quotes/sayings that are on MY bathroom mirror. They've been there ever since I moved into my house. It's amazing what a little constant positive reinforcement can do!

 "Beauty is not a state of body. It's a state of mind." This is one of my favorite sayings, so it needed to be on my bathroom mirror where I see it--and MYSELF--every day.

"Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got." - Janis Joplin. One more reason to be a fan of J.J. This is such a smart quote. It really spoke to me when I first read it. Now it's there every day, speaking to me on my bathroom mirror, letting me know I should love myself.

 

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Ten years of putting on makeup almost every single day, and I still haven’t checked into makeup bathroom mirrors. Instead, I use the bathroom mirror of my pressed powder compact, the bathroom mirror, or our bedroom mirror. Each mirror offers advantages and disadvantages. The pressed powder compact mirror shows close up. The bathroom mirror is in a room that provides ample lighting, and the bedroom mirror is simply very convenient, since I store all of my cosmetics in a plastic Rubbermaid organizing bin on the dresser in front of the mirror.

I want to replace the old boring ugly rectangular bathroom mirror in my bathroom, but I can't get it off the wall. And I can't see how it's attached back there. It is an unbeveled unframed slab of bathroom mirror. There are four metal things which attach it to the wall (2 on top, 2 on bottom). It looks like it would just slide out to the right, but it won't. The right side isn't attached to the wall behind it (in the sense that it wiggles in the metal thing) but the left side feels like it is and the left side is up against the other wall in the corner so i have no way of seeing what's going on back there. The metal thing is shaped like a C with one part against the wall, another on the top of the bathroom mirror, and the other side in front of the bathroom mirror and from what little I can see pressing my head against the wall there is some sort of metal square that bolts the C into the wall.