
And in the morning the sunlight coming through the lace was dreamy. Even the littlest boy in the house says it's "pretty".
The oldest boy is ever so gracious about lugging stuff up three flights of stairs =)
This old mirror is wicked heavy but hubby & I made a deal. He'd carry it up if I didn't hang that "heavy thing" on the wall and "ruin the wall". So, we get a floor-level reflection. And I just can't bring myself to refinish the floors those servants walked on.