Avoiding 7 years of bad luck!

When we bought our house, which looked nothing like a beach house 13 years ago, we decided that the woman who sold it to us had a strong streak of vanity in her. The house was full of mirrors. Full-length mirrors hung on backs of all the closet doors, every one in the whole house. Another full-length, double-wide mirror hung on the master bedroom wall, despite the one on the master closet door. And in the room above the detached garage, an 8-foot square mirror stretched from floor to ceiling and covered the space between two windows on one wall. She obviously didn't want to have to go more than 10 steps anywhere in the house without being able to see her reflection.

We got rid of most of the other mirrors as we painted or moved closet doors. But we left the huge one. The tenants we had up there when we first moved into the house didn't seem to mind it. One was so stoned all the time he probably didn't notice it. After he left, we used the room for storage, then as a chicken house, then most recently as a workout room--with storage. It was nice to have the mirror when we (mostly Chris) worked out. Besides, what were we going to do with an 8-foot square mirror, that wouldn't risk breaking it and causing a lifetime of bad luck?

Now we're getting the room ready to be Chris's office--he works at home as a remodeling contractor and building. And we needed the wall space where the mirror was for furniture. And we thought it seemed weird for Chris to be staring at himself all day as he worked. Despite the fact that he's quite handsome!

So he had a brainstorm. He called a glass company he works with--they do shower doors, replacement glass for windows, normal-sized mirrors--and they came and got it--for free! They took it off the wall and carted it away, without breaking it and causing anyone to have bad luck!

I'm sure it's a sign. It means the rest of the work on the room will go smoothly--despite the fact that we've been waiting on the drywall guys for two days--and they still aren't here.

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