As artists we fight over our fingers.
Especially while moving house.
"I'll take that...you're a musician....I don't want you to hurt your hands!"
"No, *I'll* take it...you're an artist....I don't want you to hurt your hands."
"Hey, CAREFUL, baby!"
And so forth, and so forth.
We had a really funky mirror in a really funky frame.
Boy wanted to chuck it out because it was a hassle to move, I wanted to keep it because it looked groovy.
But then I thought of the glass.
And our fingers.
And said "yes, you can toss it, baby"
His eyes widened in surprise.
It's not normally so easy to sway me.
his digits are too important.
And so are mine.
And into the trash pile it went. *grin*
Why can't they make mirrors out of styrofoam, hmmm?