Whilst researching the various traditions of 21st birthdays; keys to the door, embarrassing speeches…
…pictures of the honouree sitting on the toilet doing a puzzle from one of those Maccas calendars (remember them?), hung on the back of the main toilet door…
in Comic Sans for the ultimate humiliation of course… I came across many suggestions for a ‘signing book’, where everyone attending the party can write down their best wishes for the birthday girl and she can keep it forever and ever at her parents house along with every other fucking thing she has collected in her entire life cluttering up the bedroom and the garage OMG TAKE YOUR STUFF WITH YOU CHILD YOU ARE AN ADULT NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH A BRATZ MOTHERFUCKING SALON?
Their desires for a happy life if you will.
ERISED is desire backwards OMG I AM BRILLANT.
And so the idea for a Mirror of Erised for the guests to sign was born.
And I was TOTALLY not making the thing… her damn FATHER with the freaking useless fine arts degree can make it.
Luckily, because MPS could star on a episode of Hoarders: Generations, we still had the cardboard box from when the lounge was delivered like A YEAR AGO so we could make a freaking HUGE LIFE SIZED mirror and everyone will tell MPS how fucking awesome he is when it was totally my idea and design.
With a little help from the prop department of the actual movie but whatever…
As we were covering the back of the fridge because apparently people who live in 4 bedroom houses only have bar fridges so it didn’t fit in the kitchen so it is sorta jutting out the side like an annoying parasitic twin attached to your hip meaning your pants – or this case fridge – sticks out all awkward like.
Can you tell I haven’t slept in days? Bring on winter. Damn humid arsed weather.
Where was I? Oh, yeah, covering the parasitic twin fridge. So because we were covering the fridge, MPS measured it all up and then got to drawing from a still we got from the internetz.
He basically did it free hand, because he is a fucking showoff, but you could do the grid thing (which is what I would do cause people smile and nod at my renditions of stick people and are all ‘and… so that is a what, sweetie?) where you rule a grid on the original picture and then do magic wizard maths and multiply the size…
Who am I kidding. I just get someone else to do that shit and go and watch my Housewives of All of the Places. Go google how to do that if you don’t have a resident artist.
I we wanted a sort of 3D effect, the gold frame was cut out and the ‘mirror’ portion attached later. The arches at the top were especially fiddly but totally worth it for the overall effect.
The frame was spray painted with some cheap gold spray paint and left to dry for a week of me hysterically begging MPS to finish the damn thing, cause I am a control freak and he is a last minute person, and I am surprised we haven’t killed each other yet. And then the details just filled in with a sharpie.
The mirror was spray painted grey and then again with silver to give it a mottled aged effect. And it was all attached with nuts and bolts five minutes before the party started because someone forgot to buy glue or double sided tape or something, I was too busy drinking the butterscotch schnapps for the Butterbeer straight from the bottle in an attempt to CALM THE HELL DOWN to care by this point.
Go home camera, you are drunk!
It covered the back of the fridge that totally stands out like dogs balls on a cat, perfectly.
Everyone thought MPS was brilliant and only half the people signed it but it was one of my favourite things of the entire party.