20 Responses to “Mantle mirror”

1. Mirror’s Edge PS3 | Movies & Video Games
   

   February 17th, 2010 at 4:06 am

   [...] Mantle mirror | Silver Wall Mirror & Wrought Iron Mirrors [...]

2. 

   E
   

   August 16th, 2010 at 2:39 pm

   You need to first learn what a short story is

3. 

   Curry_Kay
   

   September 6th, 2010 at 11:10 am

   RT Took down the old mantle So now the question is: no mantle (large art or mirror instead) or new mantle (probably made of reclaimed wood)?

4. 

   E
   

   September 15th, 2010 at 11:08 am

   thats not short D:

5. 

   livingstyles
   

   October 3rd, 2010 at 10:32 am

   Avignon Mantle Mirror

6. 

   Glory von Hathor
   

   October 7th, 2010 at 10:21 pm

   If we were on CSI they'd have some mad technological magic which would enable us to not only normalise the photo, but zoom in and get a picture perfect image of the person taking the photo reflected in the mantle mirror, plus some important clue that would lead us to the exact disused warehouse the killer is hiding out at.

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   TwoMaisons
   

   October 15th, 2010 at 3:30 pm

   What a great introduction to her 1st Dibs shop. I wish I could visit her store in Houston. I’m dreaming of the over-mantle mirror please… Susan

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   E
   

   October 16th, 2010 at 10:20 pm

   You need to first learn what a short story is

9. 

   utahsportsnews
   

   October 25th, 2010 at 5:02 am

   Rangers' Josh Hamilton mirrors Mickey Mantle, except with brighter outlook: Josh Hamilton keeps moving up in statu…

10. 

    Stephanie <3
    

    October 31st, 2010 at 9:46 am

    thats a wierd story, why would you breast feed a cat?????????

    anyhow, 6/10

11. 

    Nancy
    

    November 5th, 2010 at 10:16 am

    Coincidence? Yes. Dad dropped some photo boxes by over the holiday and I went Saturday to return them to their proper storage place. While in the neighborhood I went over to “the house” and peaked into the backyard to see how much the new owners have changed it.

    Just then two women, dressed and carrying gifts, walked up and asked if we could be helped. I explained that I grew up in the house and was just looking to see what changed. Two broad smiles crossed their faces. One lady said it was her birthday and her friend who lived here was giving her a party. They invited me in to look around. I hesitated but knew that I would kick myself later for passing up a chance to go inside.

    The entryway was exactly the same but they replaced the basement door with a new one (probably doesn't slam shut now). Everything about the first floor landing was exactly the same (except for the belongings of the new resident, of course). The landing midway between the floors had a carpet, coat rack and chest to make a nice entryway to the upstairs. The telltale sloped stairs were there except that they were still slightly corrected with the brace Dad put in before the sale.

    It was so wierd to walk into the 2nd floor apartment. Even though their stuff was there it really felt like coming home. They changed a lot but when I think about it they are only minor changes – wall color, new kitchen cabinets, and furnishings. But it really is still the old place.

    I couldn't believe how small my bedroom looked. It seemed absolutely tiny. The bathroom was still the same – same blue tile on the wall, claw foot tub, and black and white checkered tile floor. I told her not to strip the door of paint because Nike tore up the door and it's all wood puddy under there. She was grateful for the info.

    They took out the accessway to the attic and put new drywall in the ceiling. They also took out the hutch but the mantle mirror (always my favorite piece) is still there. I was glad to see they didn't paint over any of the naturally stained trim.

    They were very nice for letting us peak inside so we left quickly so not to intrude on their party. All the women were very friendly. It was a nice unexpected trip down memory lane. I was just going to write to you about it so I think something made all of us think of the same place at the same time.

    I've done research on the house itself. The building itself was built in 1899 by an Irish man (can't remember his name right now). There were about 3-4 different families that owned the building before us. One of them was the Anna and Peter Schmitt family and they lived there a long time like we did. I was always curious about how the house changed over that 100 year time span. I'd see a paint chip come off the wall and think, huh, this room used to be pink, or green, or blue. I wonder what they thought of the house when they drove by and wondered who lived inside – just as we do now.

12. 

    Stephanie <3
    

    November 6th, 2010 at 1:31 am

    thats not short D:

13. 

    E
    

    November 15th, 2010 at 5:08 pm

    You need to first learn what a short story is

14. 

    Glory von Hathor
    

    November 16th, 2010 at 11:07 am

    If we were on CSI they'd have some mad technological magic which would enable us to not only normalise the photo, but zoom in and get a picture perfect image of the person taking the photo reflected in the mantle mirror, plus some important clue that would lead us to the exact disused warehouse the killer is hiding out at.

15. 

    E
    

    November 20th, 2010 at 11:30 am

    thats a wierd story, why would you breast feed a cat?????????

    anyhow, 6/10

16. 

    TwoMaisons
    

    November 21st, 2010 at 6:13 am

    What a great introduction to her 1st Dibs shop. I wish I could visit her store in Houston. I’m dreaming of the over-mantle mirror please… Susan

17. 

    Nancy
    

    November 26th, 2010 at 8:36 pm

    Coincidence? Yes. Dad dropped some photo boxes by over the holiday and I went Saturday to return them to their proper storage place. While in the neighborhood I went over to “the house” and peaked into the backyard to see how much the new owners have changed it.

    Just then two women, dressed and carrying gifts, walked up and asked if we could be helped. I explained that I grew up in the house and was just looking to see what changed. Two broad smiles crossed their faces. One lady said it was her birthday and her friend who lived here was giving her a party. They invited me in to look around. I hesitated but knew that I would kick myself later for passing up a chance to go inside.

    The entryway was exactly the same but they replaced the basement door with a new one (probably doesn't slam shut now). Everything about the first floor landing was exactly the same (except for the belongings of the new resident, of course). The landing midway between the floors had a carpet, coat rack and chest to make a nice entryway to the upstairs. The telltale sloped stairs were there except that they were still slightly corrected with the brace Dad put in before the sale.

    It was so wierd to walk into the 2nd floor apartment. Even though their stuff was there it really felt like coming home. They changed a lot but when I think about it they are only minor changes – wall color, new kitchen cabinets, and furnishings. But it really is still the old place.

    I couldn't believe how small my bedroom looked. It seemed absolutely tiny. The bathroom was still the same – same blue tile on the wall, claw foot tub, and black and white checkered tile floor. I told her not to strip the door of paint because Nike tore up the door and it's all wood puddy under there. She was grateful for the info.

    They took out the accessway to the attic and put new drywall in the ceiling. They also took out the hutch but the mantle mirror (always my favorite piece) is still there. I was glad to see they didn't paint over any of the naturally stained trim.

    They were very nice for letting us peak inside so we left quickly so not to intrude on their party. All the women were very friendly. It was a nice unexpected trip down memory lane. I was just going to write to you about it so I think something made all of us think of the same place at the same time.

    I've done research on the house itself. The building itself was built in 1899 by an Irish man (can't remember his name right now). There were about 3-4 different families that owned the building before us. One of them was the Anna and Peter Schmitt family and they lived there a long time like we did. I was always curious about how the house changed over that 100 year time span. I'd see a paint chip come off the wall and think, huh, this room used to be pink, or green, or blue. I wonder what they thought of the house when they drove by and wondered who lived inside – just as we do now.

18. 

    TwoMaisons
    

    January 8th, 2011 at 4:22 pm

    What a great introduction to her 1st Dibs shop. I wish I could visit her store in Houston. I’m dreaming of the over-mantle mirror please… Susan

19. 

    Fenris
    

    November 1st, 2011 at 4:26 am

    I didn't read the whole thing, but you switched from present tense in the beginning to past tense near the end. I would make the entire thing past tense. You also have some grammatical errors. Other than that it's alright, maybe a 5 or 6.

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    December 20th, 2011 at 9:25 am

    Well you've managed to hit every cliche in the book. Waking up, getting dressed, looking in the mirror, addressing the reader. Then the whole thing with the cat and the breast…I don't understand. It's just disturbing.