Shortly after we moved in, I tore out the doors to the old aluminum vanity. The sound that the scraping would make still gives me the heeby jeebies just thinking about it. So, for the past year and half, anyone who has visited was able to see all that we kept above our sink. They could also use the teeny locker mirror that I place behind the shelves if they ever wanted to experience what it was like to be me while putting make-up on. I can’t wait for a new vanity. Not because I am vain and need a better mirror, as revealed by the last sentence, but just because I can’t wait to hide all the beauty supplies that it takes a girl to look good.