Following the calamity with the first looking glass (and pitiless connivery between my roving agent and Melissa Varga to convince me I had ordered a plain replacement glass), I am finally in possession of a second bevelled plate. My agent will not glean a single morsel from my table and despite Melissa Varga’s implicitness in the jolly little jape – which did have me frothing at the gills for a good hour or two – I can only reiterate my earlier commendation of Varga’s excellent service and value.
Since making the recent girandoles and small mirrors, I have received numerous emails from readers enquiring how I aged the looking glasses. I can now reveal the simple procedure: I smear a dollop of my mother-in-law’s face cream onto the looking glass and using a suitably sized wire-haired terrier pup, I scrub it vigorously in a random fashion until the desired effect has been achieved.
Fitting the glass and ageing the back of the frame was done in much the same manner as earlier mirrors, so I won’t trouble you with repetitious waffle here.