Anyway, during the process of checking comments, I noticed a bazillion errors in the post and they drive me nuts! I changed most of em, but just now, I noticed that I spelled metal medal. Gah.
I saw this on a blog a long time ago.
And I wanted to do it ever since.
The problem is...I don't remember what blog it was on. I know it was before Christmas last year, so it's been a while, and I know I don't follow that blog.
And that is all I know. Literally.
before the new flooring went down.
Alright, moving on.
All I needed to frame the mirror was to get some moulding and measure it to fit around the mirror like a picture frame.
I got some moulding that I thought would look nice and I brought it home. Then I called in the big guns.
Meet: My brother.
Okay, so that's just his back, but trust me, that's him. He came over with a fancy schmancy saw of some kind and his nail gun. He measured to fit, cut the 45 degree angles and put it together for me.
Right around this time I lost focus and...
It's a helicopter!
standard joke with my brother: look! they found us; run!
Here it is before it's painted and hung. Ignore Little Boy's wheels. No. You can not borrow them.
Back to the mirror. I didn't get any pictures of us painting the crap out of it so it would be black.
That moulding really sucks the paint up.
Here's the finished product.
Note the hotwheels soap dispenser. Hey. It's the boys' bathroom, I have to leave some boy stuff in there.
Now, of course I have to do the mirror in my bathroom too. I don't have a before picture, but here it is now.
I think they both look about 1000 percent better. And all it took was a little moulding, black paint, brother with fancy tools and lots of cursing.
On both our parts.
Oh. And also? When you buy moulding and it says 98 cents? That's not for the entire 10 foot section your buying. That's per foot. Just so you know and don't make a stupid mistake like someone I know who shall remain nameless...