The Stink of Ages
I spent my lunch hour in an antique mall.

I love these places. The antique mall is a daydream magnet. Passing the booths, imagining every piece that catches my eye in its place in my dream home.

My current obsession is a dressing room. I long for a room with racks of my clothes, an Art Deco vanity with a small stool, a love seat or a couple of nice side chairs, and a huge mirror.

I found my mirror today. Fabulous piece, good condition, no major flaws in the mirror itself. It's a huge (3' x 7' or 8') rectangular monstrosity, with a simple yet exquisite gilt frame. I think I also found my vanity. French, circa 1930 or so, walnut, trifold mirror. Fabulous.

Isn't it interesting how individual we are? I have a friend who would rather die than have these things in his home. He fancies himself tres moderne. He would rather have black and chrome, which just seems cold to me. But to each their own, I suppose. I'll stick with my way, if it's all the same.

By the way, if anyone sees a good stool that will match a walnut vanity, tell me instantly.