In preparation for downsizing the chateau, I've been hunting all over creation for two mirrors for the hall bathroom. My friend says to just buy a pair that are the right size and paint them the color I want because the perfect mirrors exist solely in my head and nowhere else on the planet.
I hate that when that happens.
The good news is that today, the 81st Mirror Hunt, I drove to Plainfield with my friend Nancy. We saw dozens of mirrors and (predictably) left empty handed. Across the street, however, the price of gasoline, was $2.84.
I love that when that happens.