How lucky was I to find a vintage mirror with such a great shape! It called out to me like a siren’s song from the dusty recesses of a thrift shop. Cracked and damaged frame, the glass was perfect. I had to have it. It also told me what it wanted to be…totally gothic day of the dead skeleton mermaids. The skull of a lost soul at the bottom of the sea and a copper flaming heart held aloft by those sexy bones. The transformation is complete.