Mirrors for Queens.

So, I've got a problem.

It's called, the morning grouches.

 

Good thing I've got a husband. Poor Husband.

The other morning I had a melt down.

You see, we have no mirrors. No outlets. Just these square mirrors that jump from the wall every time you want to hang them.

So I exclaimed in exasperation that lovely morning:

"ALL I WANT is to be able to do my hair and see myself at the same time!!"

Poor husband.

Obviously, not his fault.

But he knows all the answers :)

He kissed me goodbye,

and I came home to this:

I thought.. what the heck, that's an odd placement for a chair...

then Tyson suggested I look closer:

You see, this is where queens get ready for the day. You have your makeup here, you have your curling iron and hairdryer with the extension cord conveniently placed. And, a mirror.

It still jumps from the wall. But, in Snow White the mirror was interactive, too.

I honestly am the luckiest girl in the whole world.

I AM A QUEEN!

(or at least Tyson leads me to believe so ;))