mirror

I am the kind of girl who buys a ginormous five dollar mirror at a thrift store because there must be a good place for it but I don’t know where.

I am the kind of girl that has the ginormous mirror in the basement for over a year.

I am the kind of girl who walks by said ginormous mirror every day on the way to the laundry and feels sort of guilty.

I am the kind of girl who decides very randomly on a nothing-else-going-on kind of day that the mirror must go on the wall right over there right this very minute, after all this time. (Thank you Ryan and Dad.)

I am the kind of girl who notices that the orange curtains can be seen at the same time as the orange pillows now because of the mirror.

I am the kind of girl who has to take a picture of noticed things right away.

I am the kind of girl who stops to sniff a beautiful baby noggin while taking pictures of match-y things.

I am the kind of girl who uploads the favorite picture to the blog that very same day but only after the baby is (finally) sleeping soundly even though I should be doing 3,892 other things.

I am the kind of girl that doesn’t like shoulds.

I am the kind of girl that finishes this random post and then does some of the shoulds anyway.