Did you know there’s a little bit of amazing in every day?
Even when the dark clouds hover.
Even when the skies are gloomy and all the experts predict rain.
Even when the mountain ahead looks unclimbable and you can’t find a foothold.
There is a little bit of amazing just around the corner.
It’s there. Sometimes you just have to look a little harder to uncover it.
It shows up in a single cloud floating across in a majestic blue sky. Or in the first whiff of spring after a rainstorm. Or the tiny marshmallow you forgot about in the bottom of your hot chocolate. Or the giggles that escape when you share a private joke with a friend. Or a moment on the bleachers when your heart almost shouts.
Or the simple gift of today.
And sometimes on those rare, wonderful, incredible days?
Amazing just shows up on your front porch.
Just like this.
Here’s my little bit of amazing.
It just showed up on my doorstep when I least expected it.
Can you even believe it?
A sweet friend heard about my mirror dilemma and knew I needed this.
This set of vintage mirrors that needed a home.
“Could she give them to me?” she asked.
YES. Yes, please with extra sprinkles on top.
“But you can’t give them to me,” I said. “Let me pay you for them. These mirrors are beveled and vintage and beautiful and one-of-a-kind. I’ll happily pay you for them.”
“They are my gift,” she said. “And of course you can accept them. Wait until you hear their story.”
And so it was that on Saturday, I stood in my doorway as she and her husband came to the house and walked in the doors with this little bit of amazing.
They were so beautiful, but they needed just a little bit of TLC.
Just a little.
The mirrors are constructed with a back velvet panel that sits above the frame.
Somewhere along the way the velvet became tattered and torn and faded.
It needed to be replaced.
So we took the mirror out of the frame and tried to remove the velvet.
It had been glued into place and pieces of it came off and pieces of it remained.
The pieces that remained left behind a kind of awkward surface that was half-velvet, half wood. We contemplated sanding it off, but we were worried that it might damage the frame. We could rebuild the frame, but that would take away from the vintage look of the mirror. The frame needed to remain intact because it held the mirror.
So in the end?
We spray-painted it and let it dry and put the mirror back in place and hung the mirrors on the wall with all of their mirrored friends.
It looks like this.
The spray-painted half velvet, half wood part of the mirror looks like a faux finish from 1920.
It just accentuates the beveled part of the mirror now.
Here’s a close-up of the frame so you can see it.
And the mirrors?
They fit perfectly on the wall with all their friends.
But remember their story?
Remember the tale that was their’s alone to tell?
You see, years ago my friend used to live in University Park.
And every weekend, all the houses would discard things they no longer wanted and leave them in the alleyway for whoever wanted them.
One day my friend turned the corner and this set of vintage mirrors was sitting on the curb.
She knew they were meant to be and she rescued them and brought them home with her and they hung in her home for years.
They traveled with her to her new home just down the highway from me. Except they didn’t really fit in her new home and so they sat in storage just waiting for a new home.
And when she finished her tale, I literally clapped and let out a little yell.
Because her story made me love them more.
I am honored to be the new keeper of the mirrors.
And years from now I’ll pass them on to someone else and tell the tale of the day I heard a knock at the door…
…and a little bit of amazing showed up.
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And this one?