few legs too many

i swear they are out there to get me!

i've been searching for furniture and shit for my room all day and i just (oh well, again) had the freak of my lifetime. i was in a small furniture shop and i found a beautiful 40's dressing table mirror that would look great on top of the fireplace (yay! i have a fireplace in my room!). so of course i picked it up to have a closer look and sure as hell there's a fucken big huntsman on the back side of the mirror.

i can't, for the life of me, understand how i was able to put the mirror back down on the floor calmly instead of screaming like a bitch and throwing it away...

--update

yay! i found a simple wooden clothes rack and a beautiful old filing cabinet! don't ask me why, but i've always wanted to have one. they are just so ugly, hated and beaten up that i feel sorry for them. i had to save it.

now it's mine and it's perty and it's luveded.