The above photo is not a photo of my bathroom. My bathroom is similar ... it has a toilet & a shower & a sink ... but it is rather untidy at the moment so I am instead using a bathroom photo that I pulled off the internet. It's a pretty nice looking bathroom, isn't it? I wouldn't mind having a bathroom like this. Bathrooms are not the subject of this post, however. The subject is mirrors.
Last summer, I wrote a blog post titled Perfection in a Yarn Shop. You can click on the title & read the post if you are so inclined. I ended that post by stating that I was thinking about knitting covers for all the mirrors in my house. I did not knit those covers. Therefore, I have no one to blame but myself for what I am now going to share with you.
Last night when I stepped out of the shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror.
I was quite dismayed. I knew that I had put on a bit of weight over the past year. I wasn't blind to the signs ... I just chose to not think about them. Elastic around the legs of my underwear cutting off my circulation. Socks splitting at the seams. A second set of breasts underneath my armpits. Needing to lift my chin with both hands while John secures a necklace clasp for me, then asking him where the heck the necklace is when I don't see it & him saying "Lift your neck skin ... it's under there."
Stupid mirrors : (