No, we are nowhere near finishing. But my mirrors are important in the great scheme of things and will manipulate the light in each space.
Coincidentally, the first two out of their box are elongated octagons.
The one above was a b***h to hang and would have resulted in divorce if Trev and I were actually married.
It is very big and heavy.
This one has a brass frame with a very French scallop shell motif and the most amazing patina which I will not be messing with. The last time it saw daylight was nearly twenty years ago, in my little Georgian cottage. None of our intermediates houses were suitable for it’s wavy old glass and 18thc charms.
The big Venetian copper coloured glass one was up in our mid-century house and, funnily enough, it worked there although the house was about twenty to thirty years younger than the mirror.
My wall paint is not that yellow by the way, it’s a trick of the light. And sorry about all the mug-shots but only way I could capture the mirrors.