The Champagne Girl
23 May
Jodi Lee, a fellow mirror-gazer, is having some issues. Her mirror is trying to come off her wall, apparently.
Dude. Run.
I actually have one of the weirdest, most inspiring mirrors I’ve ever seen right here. My parents have a bar in their basement (see, I get this honestly), so they had some old neon signs and the like over it when I was a kid– and then there was the Champage Girl Mirror, who used to stare at us. She stuck in my mind long after I moved out, and when I started writing Wolfton, exploiting my mirror issues, I had to use her.
Last year I went to WV for a visit and saw her in the garage, sitting on a pile of junk for collection. I grabbed her up and brought her home with me… and have yet to hang her up, because she freaks me right out. So she’s sitting here beside my desk, and Lucy the Mutant Cat comes and paws, and occasionally chatters at her. She’s a little bit scary.
Mostly because it’s just that kitsch. But hey, that counts.
Seriously, I don’t like that look she’s giving me. And yeah. It’s for Taylor Champagne, as an added bonus. Just the kind of thing you’d find sitting in your parents wood-paneled 70s-looking basement, innit? Crazy, the places we find books waiting to be written.
(Obviously I’m hard to scare these days, because I’ve inoculated myself. But I still don’t look at the bathroom mirror until I’ve turned the light on. I’m always pretty sure it won’t be me looking back. That Bloody Mary episode of Supernatural nearly killed me when I finally saw it two months ago.
I’m 28 years old, y’all.)
Also, I wish I could stop listening to this song. But I can’t :/
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Now playing: Kasabian – Fire
via FoxyTunes
If I find a mirror that likes me, I refuse to let it go. Most mirrors, of course, hate me.
Personally, I think your mirror is gorgeous and not at all creepy.
Mirror, mirror…yikes. Depends on the setting of course. Sitting next to your desk…creepy. Finding it in the basement…uber-creepy. I’m going to walk away slowly, and hope she/it doesn’t keep looking at me.
But I still don’t look at the bathroom mirror until I’ve turned the light on.
I’m the same way – plus there’s a mirror on the wall between the bedroom door and the closet, and I won’t pass it unless I’ve turned on the lights.
If your Taylor mirror had been in my grandparents’ basement, I’m fairly certain I would’ve refused to go down there at all, instead of just making my older cousin walk down and turn the lights on ahead of me. (Which sounds kind of mean, except she wasn’t bothered by the basement.)
Also – on Bloody Mary – seriously, who plays that game?? I was at slumber parties, and I always refused. If it’s not real, there’s no point. If it is, you’re a dumbass. As one of the Fest campground rules goes: Do Not Summon What You Cannot Banish.
Mirrors freak me out at night, too! That and the basement.
Mirrors don’t care for me much either, Cate. Not sure what’s up with that :/ Champagne Girl is no doubt pleased that you think she’s lovely, though. I figure she thinks so too.
Aaron, that’s exactly what I do. Ugh.
Megh, yeah, there’s very little that’s weirder to me than a dark mirror. Hence the whole friggin book, I guess. I thought it’d purge that, but nope. Still there!
Nat, YES. I don’t know why, but basements cannot fail to make my stomach fall into my shoes when it’s dark outside. Surely this is hard wired into humans for a reason…
Spiders.
Oooh yeah, they’re so… wrong. I kind of like them, but they’re definitely one of those things to which humanity just has that reaction.
And snakes. I like snakes, but that’s another. They’re just weird as hell.
hehehe – I can’t run away from my mirror. It frightens me, but I’m fascinated by it at the same time. I would like to see what might come out of it some time…
Your mirror on the other hand – don’t drink whatever that girl offers you. It might say champagne, but with the look in her eye, it could be special kool-aid. o_O
I know that feeling all too well– I must’ve rescued her from the junk pile for that reason. Definitely not wanting to sip the kool-aid, though. Ugh, I think you’re right!