Strictly speaking, this isn’t really a Weekly Window Shop at all, is it" Because – even though I did spend rather a lot of time faffing around putting things in and out of my online baskets – I ended up buying it all. Which takes it from “window shop” to (one of my most-hated words) “haul”.
Whatever, it’s all safely in my possession now and I’m just trying to work out how to gradually reveal the items one by one so that Mr AMR doesn’t realise the extent of my online shopping problem. I’m hoping that if I just slip the cushions onto the spare bed and the bathmat into the top floor bathroom, he’ll be none the wiser. The mirrors can be boldly presented to him in a ta-da! sort of fashion, because he’s been desperate for a mirror. Until now we’ve had none – all of the mirrors in our old house were built in to various walls and cabinets – and he has been shaving using his reflection in the downstairs toilet window. Ha.
Because of the need for mirrors, I became quite obsessed with finding the right ones and so we now have no fewer than six of the blasted things boxed up in the hallway, most of which need to go back because they’re not quite right. Mirrors are weird objects, aren’t they" I mean, you’d think that they would be very simple to choose, but actually they become quite the focal point once they’re hung on the wall. Then – especially ...