what does a mirror reflect when there's no one there? that was asked by a character in a erich maria remarque novel. she was an inmate at an asylum. funny i remembered that line.
shiny, sometimes beveled, sometimes like fun house mirrors where your images was suddenly long and narrow.
reflections, one's perception of things.
my mirrors are dirty. i don't see too clearly anymore. fortunately.
broken mirrors with the seven year curse.
compact mirrors like my mom had.
mirrors magnifying imperfections till you want to cry and avoid mirrors at all costs.
i love the mirrored bags from india and sri lanka. richly embroidered and making rainbows when the light hits just right.