Well, I have to start out with a correction to Saturday’s post…
I wish that I could say that it was my helmet to blame, but since I had it off by the time I was inside Pancho’s Grocery, it was just a listening out of one ear only issue–with Spanish in one and English in the other. Where I mention the number 12, just know it refers to 12 points.
Now for that mirror. When we still lived in Atlanta, we had a mirror in our garage. Not quite normal for the era, but after nearly 20 years in the same house, I had run out of walls. Not to mention that our house was quite traditional and this particular mirror was our first foray into rustic.
20 years is also culpable for the removal of one of those large pasted-on-the-wall bathroom mirrors. That mirror, once removed, lived alone in the basement. Then came the day that the Robinson farmhouse and outbuildings were being torn down. We happened to be admiring some of the old growth flowers on the property when the backhoe rolled up. As the walls of a small barn started to fall, we rushed to the driver and asked if we mightn’t be able to acquire some of the wood–sure was the answer–actually, desde luego, a Spanish expression of the same meaning. We created our pile and I stood guard as John ran home for the car. And that was the day an obsession was born.
This mirror, now on our back porch, is the very same one that first resided on a wall of our garage–the frame from the barn wood and the mirror from our bathroom.
The idea that we could use all free materials to make something that we desired lit a fire that continues to this day. Our designs have extended beyond mirrors, but as this is a post about mirrors and our obsession with reclaimed wood, I’m sticking to the subject of the title. The following items were all produced from at least part of their materials originating in the Hammock. Each mirror has a story of it’s own, so let me begin.
Friends down the road from us were updating their closet doors, and had removed the mirrored sliders. They were resting on the side of the road waiting for garbage collection or scavengers like us. We were granted permission to remove them and then went around the block to another neighbor who we knew had a garage-sized shed full of quality wood of the length we desired. He agreed to part with a few choice pieces of already milled/planed cherry that became our first “dancer’s” mirror combined with the slider mirror insert.
Reflected in the dancer’s mirror you can just make out the next mirror in our collection. The glass was from a lovely old English sideboard upper panel that had started to fall apart and I am loathe to admit had also fallen out of fashion. The character wood came from the Malacompra Beach boardwalk when the county replaced it.
One day I was driving along the A1A on my way back from St Augustine and hauled over to the side of the road when I saw another one of those huge removed bathroom mirrors in front of a beach house undergoing renovation. I single-handedly loaded it into the back of my SUV. I’m not quite sure how I managed the weight or the bulk of it, but where there is a will, there is a way, as the saying goes. This frame was also made of that boardwalk wood and some hefty bolts were used to apply it to the back wall of our house.
Besides all the feng shui we have going on, they say mirrors are a window to the soul. Our souls are in the Hammock as you can see reflected in all of ours.