mini convex mirrors, and a mini-ish confession

So you know how I've been fixin' to expand on the gallery wall in my "dressing room"? Well I am currently obsessing - hard - over the possibility of including a teeny, tiny, little round mirror up there to break up all the art. But not just any round mirror. No, I want a baby vintage convex, and nothing else will do . . .

Problem is, everyone seems to have a totally different idea as to what this style of mirror should be called - I've seen convex, federal, bullseye, you name it! Add the size factor onto that and my usual etsy/ebay searches have come up painfully empty. And local shops aren't wielding a winner either.

It's at times like these that I really wish I drove. Because, um, fun fact about me: I don't. Drive that is. And not because I know how but don't like it, but because I never learned. Truth be told, if you put me in a car right now I probably wouldn't be able to tell you which peddle was the gas and which was the brake. . . .

I know, it's crazy. Even crazier, though, is that the commuting, the chores, the desire to be an actual adult . . . those things have never managed to sway me. But the lure of country flea markets that might yield these convex cuties (and other treasures just waiting to be loved)? Now that . . . that might just do it. 

P.S. You've got one more day to enter the original Mary Ann Wakeley painting giveaway! Don't miss it!

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