Years ago when I was still living with Bob, we often spent Sunday afternoons hitting the tag sale circuit. I would map out a route, circling ads in the local paper that claimed Blowout Sale! and Great Stuff! One particular Sunday we stopped first at a house with a For Sale sign in front of it. Everything that had been inside the house was now in front of it, each item artistically arranged and dearly priced. There were several tables covered with lovely cloths, nice make up mirrors, piled high with books, dishes, electronic equipment, lamps, plants and assorted doo-dads.

At the next stop, a barn filled to overflowing with things, Bob found a make up mirror  he liked. He held out his two dollars to a woman with an arm full of newspapers. “Oh no, dear,” she told him, taking the make up mirror  but not the money. “I just wrap things. You give your money to her,” and she nodded her head at another woman at the far end of the drive. Bob’s eyebrows went up another notch. At this rate they’d soon be crawling right off his forehead.

A quick glance around our last sale told us these folks were finally getting around to letting go of some of their treasures. We wondered what had taken them so long. Most of the stuff for sale looked like they’d bought it years ago at someone else’s tag sale and had just now realized it was useless. Bob held up an object. I looked at it—a 1986 nickel. With a wicked gleam in his eye, Bob approached a laconic fellow who heaved himself up out of his lawn chair. “Will you take four cents for this?” Bob asked.

The fellow turned it over and over in his hand. “Well, no,” he said finally. “It’s worth five, you know.”

Bob’s eye brows were still in his hair as we headed home.

JT mentioned hearing on tv how breaking a mirror means having seven years of bad luck.

Naturally a discussion on superstitions ensued, but it also reminded me of an incident involving my son 16 years ago.

31 December 1991

New Year’s Eve and we were having a few friends over. I was busy getting the house cleaned up (as you do when you’ve only got one child  ). Next on the list was vacuuming, so I proceeded to do that.

My son was 8 months old and had been crawling for two months. He was at that stage where he would crawl to up to furniture and pull himself up to stand.

In the bedroom, where I was vacuuming, we had a black chome floor make up mirror on a stand that would pivot - something a little like this, but less sturdy.

You guessed it. Before I knew it my son had crawled up to the make up mirror and attempted to pull himself up. As if in slow motion I watched the whole make up mirror come crashing down on top of him, proceeding to shatter into what seemed a million pieces.

I froze, as did he - fortunately. Sitting there surrounded by glass. Not a peep. I move to pick him up, fearing the absolute worst.

And would you believe it. NOT A SCRATCH. Nada. Not one tiny mark.

So I don’t know about breaking a mirror bringing seven years of bad luck, seems to me he was pretty lucky.

I don't have too much experience with make up mirrors, because I don't get a makeup often. I've mainly used them to check out the back of my head after hair cuts.

Other than that the only thing I can think of is that my mother uses the rear view make up mirror of her car as one, firmly tilted, just side ways so she can see herself and the cars behind, makes for an interesting ride for sure.

For some reason my mother's make up mirror that she'd had for a hundred years was in there. It was the kind with the big make up mirror in the middle, then a pair of bulbs on either side then on the side of the frame on each side was a smaller window. Debbie was fooling with this trying to create some effect. I was just sitting on her bed on the other side of the room. I had much better vision then so I could see pretty well around me. Suddenly, there was this loud boom and a brilliant flash of light, it was bright blue with a thinn white line around it. My parents came on the run and gave Debbie what for. Miraculously, no one was hurt. The mirror was moved out of there but from then on I was terrorfied of lightning which looked just like the light I saw.

The normal sized side of good make up mirrors are best used for looking at the face as a whole. You can use this side to make sure you don't have a foundation line or that your blush isn't too harsh. It is also important that your make up mirror isn't distorted at all. Even if the mirror is the slightest bit concave or convex, it can make a huge difference in the overall result of your application.

The make up mirrors are a must have for any person who puts any kind of face product on their body. To be sure, you can always tell a person who has a good mirror with good lighting and one who doesn't. Common symptoms of a person who doesn't have a proper make up mirror include eye shadows and liners that aren't properly blended, missed areas of foundation and the dreaded make up line. Nobody wants to look as though they have a three inch thick mask of make up that they put on every morning, so it always surprises me when people don't take the time and effort to get a good mirror.

There are many different kinds of make up mirrors on the market today, and some are definitely better than others. In my expert opinion, the best make up mirrors have two different sides that can be flipped over, depending on what your needs are. The first side shows your face as it really is, while the other magnifies it at least two times the size of normal. Having one side magnifies is imperative when it comes to the detail in your makeup. Let's be honest, good makeup is all in the details. The magnified side is great for putting on your eye make up, and can be your best friend as you blend one shade into another.

I got dressed and put on make up.  I found some purple lip gloss to match my tie dyed t-shirt.  I picked out some small studded ear rings and tied on the scarf.  One more picture.

I remembered the woman who went before me in radiation. Her make up was perfect and her ear rings just right.  She had no hair and the most exquisite smile.  She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I took a picture.  I held the camera in front of the make up mirror and smiled.  Then I stepped into the shower.   It felt freeing.  Take the bull by the horns, you know.

Here was my hair falling out.  My head growing bald and I was thinking that this was more normal than I have been feeling for awhile now.  I don’t’ know how long the shower went on, but soon I could tell that the last of the hair on my head hadn’t let go yet and would be there when I turned the water off.  Turn the water off now.   I didn’t turn the water off.   What would I look like.  It was well and good to stand here in the shower and feel free.  What would I feel standing there in front of the make up mirror on the wall?  “Who’s the fairest of them all?”  Then the phone rang.  I stepped out of the shower facing the opposite direction from the make up mirror.

Maybe sometimes when I have the time to but first I need make up mirrors. But before I buy a make up mirror since I'm really clueless about all of these things should read the make up mirror's buying guide.

I'm not a makeup kind of person because I really don't have the time to put on makeup. When I go out I'm always rushing and don't even bother to put on makeup. But since my friends have been asking me to wear make-up thought I should try it. I don't need to wear it all the time or something.

I'm not a huge fan of makeup but my friends are. So I was thinking of getting them some make up mirrors for Christmas. I found a great site online where they have this little make up mirrors which is designed for travel and perfect for your purse. They offer a large selection of wall mounted makeup mirrors, lighted makeup mirrors, magnifying mirrors, and many more stlyes.

Imagine for a moment that you can only identify your own emotions correctly 40% of the time.  You get it wrong: 60%.  When one accepts this possibility, it becomes incredibly obvious how much one could actually make up about other people.  An examination of performance statistics for stock brokers and financial planners would undoubtedly reveal a similar relationship between their success rates and how they personify the market.

Today, I learned that something was obstinately getting in the way of my accomplishing a certain, important goal.  This angered me, and I realized it quickly.  To put it to rest, I began to look for ways to re-frame what had just come up.  After mulling it over and finding myself frustrated, I realized that I was trying to view the problem very subjectively.  It was in the midst of mulling that I happened to glance into a make up mirror and see the look on my face.  I wasn’t angry, I was sad.  I just didn’t recognize it until the make up mirror provided me with the opportunity to see it objectively.

I had to see myself in the make up mirror to get it right, and since a reflection appears as another person, it leads me to suspect that the proportions are probably about the same: 40% accurate, 60% inaccurate.  The habit of projecting our thoughts and feelings, stories and values onto other people must be extremely rampant if that were the case.  And by acting on those beliefs, we continue to produce the same results in our lives.  But by improving the accuracy with which one can read other people’semotions, one can simultaneously increase the accuracy with which one can read ones own emotions.

The first sign that things were going wrong came even before I woke up. I had had a dream that I was up on stage receiving my parchment when I suddenly realised I had no make-up on. This is a recurring nightmare; it's similar to the naked-at-school nightmare because when you have an angry, bright red rash across your nose and you must wear camouflage make-up to hide it then it's preferable to turn up naked on stage than with a rudolph-the-reindeer nose. Normally my nightmare continues with me panicing and trying to find my make up and a make up mirror, but this time the entire audience began laughing at me. I looked out at them, shielding my eyes from the bright stage lights, and they weren't people, they were clowns.

I am terrified of clowns in front of the make up mirror.

I didn't particularly want to attend the graduation ceremony. My dad wanted me to. He said if I didn't go I'd have no 'closure'. Whatever that means. So I painted a smile on my face and nodded and agreed to go after all. It was unfortunate that I didn't know a single other soul who would be there. Indigo was supposed to go but had decided at the last minute not to and everybody else on my course had graduated in July. Suffice to say I was not particularly looking forward to the day.

Both problems are solved by buying your lanolin-based products from a reputable company; a company you know and trust; a company with visibility - a website with contact information; a detailed label on their product. make sure the lanolin in your lotion is labeled as pure grade, fine grade, highly refined, or medical grade. If you're unsure about the grade, email the company through their website. The well-refined lanolins will be free of pesticides and impurities.

When purchasing a finished skincare product, make sure, too, that it has not been tested on animals. The website my make up mirror has a list of companies that do not use animal testing, and this list is constantly being updated.

Lanolin itself is not likely to cause allergic reactions, although each individual must check with their doctor before using anything that is absorbed into the body.

Pure lanolin is obtained without harming the sheep - as opposed to emu oil, which is gathered by killing the bird. Lanolin is a near-perfect skin softener and emollient. many lanolin-based products are non-animal tested. And by making sure the soap, lip balm, skin cream, moisturizer, or hair product you use contains only high grade or medically graded lanolin, you can breathe easy, and enjoy lanolin's benefits.

Suzann writes for the website my make up mirror [http://www.mymakeupmirror.com] - a potpourri of articles, product reviews, and how-to's on hair, cosmetics, and well-being.

The iconic Bobbi Brown accessory, make up cases. This structured, multi-tiered case is sized to hold makeup and skincare essentials. The Beauty Kit features two compartments: top features interior pockets for brushes and a removable tray with six Eye Shadow and Blush pan holders, bottom holds a removable make up mirror that is velcro'ed inside for an instant vanity with ample space for your favorites. Works for travel or at home organizing. (Cosmetics sold separately.)

After 3 and a half days of work, it's done - the work on our bedroom to decorate the wall where the make up mirror was to be, and install everything.

I spent rather too long today stripping wallpaper from the right of where I'd done the make up mirror - took almost 12 hours to strip 6 lengths of wallpaper! At least it is done now, and it should be a fair bit quicker to put the new wallpaper up.

Well it was worth it in the end - ironic that we bought those lights around January/February - and it's taken me until now to fit them!

No rest for the wicked though - I have a few other things I need to do on the house today - it is a never ending task!

Also the make up mirror setup itself wasn't  that  expensive - thank goodness for Ikea lol. Think it came to about a ton for the mirror, the light fittings and the bulbs altogether - extra for the switches and whatnot. Just took bloody ages to do all the work!

Goodness, doing your make-up on your bed isn't ideal though. Before the make-up mirror, I tended to do mine in the bathroom or get Sonia to do it for me.

I would have never imagined that I would be earning a salary by parading around stage in full drag make-up with 8 kids hidden underneath my oversized woman’s dress. But hey, anything is possible.

It turns out that this Nutcracker season at the New York City Ballet, I have been cast to perform the role of Mother Ginger. Here are the bizarre and unusual circumstances that involve playing the part, with photos shot by the beautiful, talented, and air-biting Gwyneth Muller:

40 minutes of make-up.
Each show I have to head down to the make-up room to get my gorgeous “face” painted on by make up guru Michael Avedon (the head of the make-up department at NYCB who has a gift for the art of make up application). This involves a heavy caked-on layer of foundation, painfully intricate eye lining and shadowing, and layers upon layers of outrageous fake eyelashes (step-by-step pictures of the process are shown below). I find getting my makeup done by another person to be unexpectedly therapeutic. However, I definitely don’t enjoy the added weight and discomfort of having fake eyelashes prodded and pasted onto my eyelids. Once the makeup is completed, I have my wig+bonnet strapped on before heading down for stilt application…

Dress (I feel pretty)
I’m not quite sure how heavy the dress is, but it feels like its around 50 pounds. Its strapped onto my shoulders and upper torso using a harness, and sits at hip level. There is a top that goes on separately, and gives me the appearance of having a ‘D’ cup bra size (Sexy, eh?). There are all kinds of fun props attached to the dress to play with on stage, which include a tambourine, a make up mirror, a powder puff, and a fan.

Note: Children have delicate and sensitive skins, which means they can be allergic to cosmetic make-ups. It may cause skin rashes,itchiness, and blistering. It is better for children to stay away from cosmetic make up.

Just for a few hours is okay, but in the long-run its not good for young girls to wear make up.

I got my first make-up kit when I was in second grade. Basically, it was just lipsticks and kid powder. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was probably the best gift I’ve ever got when I was a kid. As a kid, I’d always put on my mother’s lip-sticks and pearls in front of the make up mirror and wearing her heels pretending to be grown ups.

Recently, in Buenos Aires opened up the world’s first Barbie Store that offers girls hairstyles, makeup at the Barbie beauty parlor and the opportunity to try on gowns and play with dolls while their parents sip coffee and in the Barbie Cafe. The purpose of this store is not to sell “Barbie’s” but to sell fashion clothes and accessories to young girls. On the other hand, The owner of the shop quotes “It’s OK for them to dress up like Barbie for a couple of hours,” But when they go home, they’re still little girls.”

So, their main aim is marketing to 2-8 years old in this Barbie world. Is this too much for young girls? Are little girls growing up a little too fast? I think it’s good to be a kid, and shouldn’t worry about expensive clothes and make-ups right? But it is also a good idea to have a store for children to “imitate” adults (process of a child’s learning). Just for a few hours, let the girls have some fun while their parents nibble pink-frosted desserts in the Barbie cafe.

It's no surprise that the items on Grace's list consist primarily of toys that encrouage make believe.  In addition to ghost catcher, she loves playing retail clerk, maid, chef, doctor, and mom.  I hadn't even considered a doll house this year until we went to Vermont and Aunt Penny pulled one out of the attic.  She loved it!  And I haven't seen a toy hold her attention like that in a long time.

Seeing this next picture of Grace sitting on top of our Christmas decorations putting on her make-up made me think that a little wooden vanity table might also be a great gift for her.  Girl definitely likes her glittery eyeshadow, high gloss lipstick, and looking at herself in a make up mirror.  And these days, her make-up collection seems to be growing almost as quickly as her imagination. 

For the record, I'm still on the fence about the train table and railroad set.  Sean has never been one of those little boys that's interested in trucks, cars, trains, etc.  But he does love putting things together and taking them apart.  So I thought the railroad tracks might appeal to him for that reason alone.  Worst case, he can clear off the train and have a place to work his puzzles. 

On the complete opposite side of the wishlist spectrum is Grace, who has absolutely no interest in learning letters, numbers, colors, or anything else remotely academic.  While Sean is working puzzles, she's flitting around in a world of make believe.  Saving the world (or at least our house) from ghosts and other creatures of her imagination.  Here she is sleeping with her super-fancy, state-of-the-art strainer ghost catcher.  

They are very young and never wear make up before. Tonight is their School Prom Night ...They dress up.

They are very cute and friendly...together with them i feel so young..hahah....

After make up when they look at the make up mirror they can not believe it....keep saying is it me...dont look like me etc....

They never make up so before i started the make up and hair .They request me to do very very simple make up if not they can not use to it...

They dont want to put fake eyelashes too...every step i make up ..they will said...simple simple will do .

I was so happy being with them this afternoon.

They want simple make up and hair do for their function at zouk....because they are not holding dinner at hotel or ball room ..so they request me to do the make up and hair suitable for their funtion....

after make up ,,,they said very happy with my work ...this is the bonus and happines i can said by word...

My favorite from Seattleluxe is their Pantograph extension make up mirrors. Very cool! While I do love what mirrors they have to offer, I think I'll leave this one to the rich and famous who can afford the splurge.
 
It's not often that I wear makeup, but when I do, I find that our small bathroom make up mirror just does not take the cake when it comes to an actual make up mirror. make up mirrors like the ones SeattleLuxe has to offer are great because you can take it almost anywhere with you. I love the fact that they are lighted and magnify since I do tend to tweeze my eyebrows on a weekly basis. Try tweezing your eyebrows with a small compact mirror and very little lighting. Well, you get the picture.

There are times when we should be more critic towards ourselves, when it's time to take a good look in the make up mirror and tell what you see.

When we are young vanity is a vital daily part of our life. We make sure we are wearing the latest fashion, use make-up and that we are attractive. Boys want to show of their muscles and girls want to show off their bodies and beautiful faces. And that's teenage life.

As we get older that can change. If you get married and have kids those things that were so important all of a sudden are not important at all. I believe this happens more to women than to men. Women have more pressure on themselves; they are supposed to be beautiful.

Getting older also means becoming more comfortable with yourself and your body. If you have had kids your body will be different but that does not mean you can't have a good looking body. Being comfortable with oneself is great but when you start piling on the pounds and the only exercise you do is go shopping in the supermarket and you can't remember when was the last time you put make up on then maybe its time to look in the make up mirror and wake up. What you see will reflect on how healthy you are.

That is when you need to take a look in the make up mirror and say; "well yes, it wouldn't hurt if I lost a few pounds and toned up a bit", and that without being critical and start feeling bad about yourself. It's not about punishment, it's about being good to your body and treat yourself the way your body deserves. It's never too late to change.

Being comfortable with oneself is good but being comfortable and healthy is even better!

My favorite make up mirrors lately have been the little ones that are actually attached to the makeup. In fact, besides using the make up mirror on the visor in my car, I really don't have a make up mirror at all. But, the little mirrors that are on the cases of my mascara and lipstick are lifesavers time and again. And they didn't cost extra.

I arrive outside the shop in a few minutes and just go for it, first of all standing outside and reading the notices in the window before just taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.

But if I want to blend in the outside world then I’m going to have to rethink my outfit. For a start I think my wig is a little too short, so I’ll treat myself to something longer in the new year. But the big no-no is that fur coat. Although I love it to bits I’ve got to admit that standing in that post office in boots and fur I felt a little too obvious and OTT.

My legs are shaking like crazy and another customer has just come in (another man who pays no attention). I can feel panic beginning to set in though and I decide it’s time to leave, but I’ve no idea if I can actually manage to walk back to the car with my limbs threatening to go on strike.

I examine my boots. They’re not lined with the fluffy feminine fleece like the others. They’re lined with something flat and curly that looks like my poodle when she’s wet. I pull them on. I stand. I take a nervous first step. I can walk! They’re actually comfortable. I look at myself in the make up mirror. My boots are beautifully butch! I feel strong. These macho babies can take on any evil ice that comes my way. No prissy fleeced-cuff boots for me.

Waiting for the saleslady to return I begin to feel a little superior to the other women. No Uggs for me. I am an individualist. I have my own style thank you very much. I smugly think how the name Ugg sounds like the word “ugh.”

I try on a pair. I stuff the hem of my black jeans into the boots. I stand. I start to walk. But I can’t. I feel like I have a furry ironing board on each foot. I look at the other women gliding across the Nordstrom’s carpet in their Uggs. I clomp across the floor. I fell like I’m already walking through a snow drift. I come to a noisy stop in front of a make up mirror. By tucking my trousers into the Uggs I have taken at least six inches off my height and made my legs look stubby. I can’t walk in these things, and they make me look like an aging elf.

I galumph around desperately looking for anything that isn’t an Ugg. I spy a lonely pair of boots the color of baby-poop brown with soles as thick as the tires on a Deere tractor. I lug them back to my little space between the two women. I show my new find to the frazzled saleslady. She drags off to get my size as I struggle out of my Uggs.

The saleslady comes out with an enormous box stamped: UGG. She opens the box and out come the brown boots. She drops them with a loud thud on the floor and hurries off to help another Ugger. I let out a deep sigh. The women on either side of me sneer at my choice.

One of the critics was looking at me as if saying " so you are not a beautiful girl without make up. Besides, I was morning after. After a few cups of tea with lemon, I began to make up just there. That critic's look was changing on me in every minute. Finally, he was looking at me with a great admiration. As I said before, if I begin to make up, I can't stop and I like to look at the make up mirror more, it is fascinating!.. Sometime, the critic said "You look like to have a different experiment. Tell us what is your experience just now?" I said "I am experiencing a transvesty." He said "Why?" I said "Because some  people liken me that." He said "But you have a missing item about it." I said "I know".

I always like to make up. I never had some big handbags and expensive cosmetics. Maybe some mascara, foundation, lipstick, powder. I have to say that, I can't stop while I make up so many times. Big black eyes and crimson lips are looking great on the make up mirror. Not everytime, because I have to be a good girl.

On the an other had, most of the men are crazy. Yeap. They think too highly of women with make up. I know, I tested it with my ex-husband, with some boy friends, and ordinary friends. I remember when I went to a book-signing to a provincial city years ego, I woke up late on the second day and went to the hotel's garden to breakfast without make up. The other writers and critics were chatting after their breakfasts. I had my breakfast and began to listen them.