The Vanity Project: Vanity Exploration

Step One was accomplished.  Through hard work and sheer determination I had acquired a vanity.  I know.  It took tremendous negotiating skills and...oh wait.  I already told you I got it from my parents.  Crap.  Damn meds.

Fine okay.  So I forgot about the vanity that sat in the bedroom of my youth.  And teen years.  And post teen years.  My 20s.  Many things are familiar about it.  Things like this!

Look at the upper left hand corner of the mirror.  THE MIRROR.  No, not at the wine rack in the background.  At the mirror.  See the weird white stuff?  Could never be removed.  I brought it up to mom the other day.  She said either my sister or I put a sticker there and the residue never came off.  I'll take responsibility.  I loved stickers.

This next thing though?  I blame on my sister.

Oh, look at that.  A missing drawer handle.  Who could have done that?  NOT ME!  It was (my sister's name goes here)!  I can't put her name there because I have to keep her identity safe.  She's in the witness protection program.  Wait, I mean her husband is a public official who gets death threats.  I mean she's paranoid.  :)

Right so next I had to take the mirror off the back and remove the hardware.  Easy peasy I says.  Not so fast.

Fuzzy, I know.  I had to dig out tools to remove this baby.  Sometimes dad calls up his fellow Lil' Rascal members of the He Man Woman Haters club and they tighten these types of things to the point where more than my hand is required to loosen it.

Mom emptied the drawers and I got to go through the memories and sort them into what was mine and what was my sister's.  Most of the stuff was mine.  There was a picture and business card from high school that belonged to my sister, but in the name of privacy I won't post them.  YOU'RE WELCOME SECRET SISTER.  I will share other treasures.  You don't need to see my diploma from high school.  Or my dean's list letters, paper clips, Yuengling bottle opener,  provost scholar letters, an ancient credit card offer, that kind of crap.  Let's talk treasuuure!  Get yer best pirate voice on! 

The best treasures?  Old pictures.  And one old school project.

I did this my senior year for English class.  I don't remember the assignment.

But I remember writing it.  That's me as a kid.  Here's the picture used.

My hair was kind of red!  Also I still get that excited about Modeling Clay.


I must have grabbed another pictured for the assignment because that's the only reason I can think why this was in the drawer as well.

HA!!  That's awesome.  I have no idea how old I was in that picture.  I would bet money I was wearing corduroy pants. 


Remember senior pictures?  One of mine was in the drawer.

Classy, kids.  Purple sweatshirt I wore everywhere.  The necklace?  Staple of my wardrobe, thanks.  And boat shoes.  Comparing the last two photos you can see I sported bangs for a long time.  In fact I didn't grow out my bangs until I was 22, a recent college graduate, a volunteer for the government, and really, really poor. 

Ok, this last picture?  When I found it I was freaked out.  It was still in the drawer.  Not in the bag of stuff mom gave me.  Wedged in the drawer.  Keep that in mind.

At first I thought it was a picture of my mom and aunts recreating a scene of The Last Supper.  Now that I've increased the size of the picture it appears to be a picture of a picture or sculpture or painting of The Last Supper.  Did you leave this in there on purpose mom???  WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME??  I know it isn't my mom and aunts because, on further inspection, all those above appear to be male.  And none of my aunts have a white beard.  There's some message here.  I'm scared to know what it is.

Show and tell is over.  Next up:  researching how to remove veneer and prepping for safety!