Our story begins with a mirror.
A mirror that was covered in grit and grime with a chippy, faintly gilded frame.
What I loved most about this mirror was the fantastic deteriorated patina of the glass. The frame still had wonderful, intricate detail.
I could be a fairy godmother and wave my diy wand of paint over it.
Here she is with a good cleaning, some primer and some fresh coats of white paint.
I have started putting some Valentine inspiration on my mantel.
A pink chippy cherub holding some of my favorite seashells.
(I use seashells year round because I would happily go to the beach year round)
Some petite tea rose bushes and pink mercury glass.
I am such a sucker for that mottled patina of the aging glass.
At night, the tealights dance against the glass . . . soothing perfection.
I am joining these fun ladies here:
Stay warm friends!
xo's ~ Heidi