The Bling Mirror

Before Christmas I was making a project for daughter #3 for Christmas.  She had e mailed me photos of her hot pink accent wall and the dresser she had painted to match, back in the fall.

The dresser really does match the wall.

So I got busy giving an old mirror, a flea market table, and some garage sale picture frames a new life.

I sprayed painted it with high gloss black enamel paint and then raided my jewelry box of pearls, broaches, earrings and as much bling as I could find.  When that wasn't enough, I hunted garage sales, the flea market and craft stores to add more.

It surprised me how all that jewelry disappeared onto that frame.  I used a tiling cement ( the same as I used to put up ceramic tiles in my bathroom) and sprayed it black while it was still wet.  that way I could sink the jewelry down into it to hold tight.   After that I was a hot glue gun fanatic with the craft store bling. Those are not as heavy as real jewelry and that worked fine.

Of course, I turned it upright but Blogger insists on not recognizing that.  It's difficult to get a photo of a mirror and not be in it as well.

Allie took some photos for Facebook so I stole a couple.

Looks like the mirror needs a little Windex under the jewels.  Oops. 

Then I went to work on the other pieces.

More black spray enamel and a few more jewels and she was set.

 The mirror, I've had forever.  The table was $3.00 flea market find.  The frames were 25 to 50 cents each.  It was the hunt for jewelry that added up.  (Kinda like the free goldfish my grandson brought home from the science fair that required a new fish tank and filter system....)

Now I'm waiting for pictures of it all put together in her room.

Weekend Fun

It is 50ish outdoors and 9 am.  I am waiting for Terry to get dressed to go Flea Marketing.  Michigan plays at noonish.   After last week's loss to our nemesis, Michigan State, we are out for blood.  We are  5 - 1 as of today.   Just a couple of years ago, I had to leave the house at game time.  I couldn't take the pouting, whining and "Turtle Throws a Tantrum" ( from the Sweet Pickles books) of that man I love, over a football game.  I saw a lot of movies that year.  He has mellowed a bit, or knows he will be watching all alone otherwise.  A victory is not as much fun without someone to high five on a good play.

At the Flea Market I am looking for shelves I can paint for my daughter's townhouse.  I think I've found enough frames to do for right now.  Wish me luck in the treasure hunt.


All is well in the world.  Michigan won.  Michigan State lost.  And, I found a couple of treasures at the flea market.