Interior Designers Beverly Hills: My Kingdom for a Mirror
On entering a home I hate not having a mirror handy. As we all know, all too well, wind, rain or just a treacherous seatbelt can put an end to even the best hair days. “My kingdom for a mirror” is my cry, so I can assess the damage.
Is it too much to ask for a simply framed, mercury-coated, plate glass panel artfully hung in a friendly way that says “Before you walk into the crowd just around the corner you may want to fix that birds-nest of a ‘do’ teetering on your forehead!”
Or the even more intimate suggestion that hints to you: “While we love you dearly we fear the children will be spooked by those false eyelashes masquerading as earrings.”
A casual glance in the mirror (that tool of vanity for which we thank the warlords of Dynastic China) can either send you scampering into the social fray without a worry in the world or cause your fingers to speed-dial a hair and makeup rescue team from the nearest beauty emporium.
Worse still, I hate having every surface in the room mirrored. Remember, just a glance. That’s all I need, just a glance. I don’t need endless repetitions of my rumples, wrinkles and wind swept atrocities’ spun round me like the lame’ clad cast of A Chorus Line. Remember, just a glance.
