DIY Tiled wall mirror

Like many of you, I am a Pinterest FANATIC. I spend at least 30 minutes before bed searching and pinning. There was a tiled mirror project I had my eyes on for the longest. On Sunday, out of shear boredom, I decided to give it a go. My first attempt required only mirrors, duct tape (I tried Gorrila tape too), a foam board, and glue. Let’s just say it was an EPIC FAIL!!! 

I had taped and glued just as the model I was using did, but for some odd reason, mine fell apart. I forgot to photograph the final project, as I was heated that it did not turn out as I expected. My son chimed in, and said ” Ohh mommy, that’s not working”. I just laughed and cleaned the mess up. That night, I searched and found a better, it was better for me, tutorial.

Here’s the link to the first tutorial, perhaps you’ll have better go at it than me.

Fast forward to Tuesday, and I’m ready to try again. This time I was equipped with my mirrors from Dollar Tree, oak plywood from Lowes, a hand saw (also from DT), wood molding (purchased at Lowes), wood glue, super glue, Elmers Glue All multipurpose glue, and spray paint. I measured the length and width of the mirrors after I took them out of the funky frames they came in. Next I measured my plywood to the exact length I needed. I had a friend use a straight saw to cut the wood to the correct length. The piece of board that was cut, I used as a back to support where I used the wood glue to attach the boards together.

I don’t have as many pics as I’d like, as I was excited to get this over and done with. 

Once the boards were secured, I measured to border or the plywood with my wood molding. This is where the hand saw came in handy. I cut the molding to the necessary lengths needed to complete the border. Remember to angle the cuts on the ends of each piece, so they’ll form a corner. I used the wood glue to secure the molding into the plywood. Once that had dried, I measured and secured the longer pieces of molding needed for the columns.

Once the two pieces were dry, I took a mirror and are sure I had place the columns far enough apart. I measured each row and cut with my hand saw. As I cut each piece, I made sure to check whether or not the mirrors would fit properly.

I was on a roll 

After all cuts were made, I glued these pieces down with wood glue. Next I put the mirrors in, without securing them, to make sure it was all even. I broke a mirror in the process. Luckily they were only a dollar.

Voilà! I had successfully completed the frame.

I then took a wet towel and wiped away any dried, smudged, and extra glue. Time to spray paint! I stayed one coat of paint onto the frame.

I let it dry for about 30 minutes. I stopped to eat at this point. I then came back with another coat of spray paint. Once that application dried, I spayed a clear gloss on to give it a slight shine.

Time to finally secure the mirrors. I used super glue on the corners on the mirrors, and the all purpose glue on the rest of the body of the mirror. Be careful to get as little glue as possible on your frame.

Mirrors on, and I’m in love! 

I left it all to dry overnight, to ensure that it would dry completely. The next morning, I was equipped with Windex and paper towels for the most tedious part of this craft; thoroughly cleaning excess glue. Cleaning the glue well took at minimum 45 minutes.

 All cleaned! As you can see, I have another project in progress.

Here’s the link to the tutorial that worked for me.

I’ll come back with more pics once I put the mirror in its intended place. Meanwhile, have I mentioned how much I love it? I’m proud of myself as well.

Thanks for taking the time out to read my experience. With the next project, I’ll try to be more detailed.

Where I had intended on hanging the mirror, I simply leaned it against the wall. I put various wall art in the wall above. I’m just fearful of the mirror falling and shattering.

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Down in New Orleans 



As a mom, I try to expose my boys to as many great experiences as possible. We have been to countless museums, and many more are on the list. About two weeks ago, I was looking for museums in New Orleans to visit. I came across the Musée Conti Wax Museum, and thought “Hmm this seems interesting”. I am a Louisiana native, Baton Rouge born and raised, and never have I ever been to this particular museum; sad, I know. Before deciding we would go, I did a little research so I would not be totally ignorant to what the museum offers. I have a history degree, so I try stay on my A game when visiting museums. On their website was this , “NOTE: Musee Conti will officially close on January 31, 2016!“. The history buff in me was shocked. I thought “Oh no we have to go visit”. 


Saturday morning arrives, I get the kiddos dressed, and we head out. On the way there (about an hour drive), I gave my usual museum pep talk. We arrive in the Big Easy, park, and make our way to the museum. We walked in and instantly I was excited! That is until we began the tour.  The lighting in the museum was horrible and there was quite a sharp odor, but that did not bother me. What did bother me was the fact that the exhibits were exceedingly basic.  I expected the exhibits to give greater details of events of New Orleans history. I believe majority of us Louisianians learned everything the museum had to offer in our grade school Louisiana history class. I just felt as if though many more events in New Orleans history should have been displayed. I was able to explain what was taking place in each exhibit before I read the description that went along with. 


As we concluded the tour, I was disappointed. My 3 year old very openly expressed how he did not like the museum either; that I did not want to hear. Maybe I set the bar for his expectations of museums high at an early age. Deep down I believe that because there were no hands on exhibits, he was not too fond of the museum. I was disappointed because of the potential this hidden gem has to be an even greater jewel to the city. The history and culture of New Orleans is very rich, and enjoyed by everyone. 


I am not quite sure why the museum is closing, but I will assume funding is a major factor based upon how plain it was. Yes it is a small museum compared to most, but size does not matter. Presentation is how you capture your audience, at least that’s what I think.  Given the right amount of funding, I truly believe the museum would be AWESOME. Nonetheless, I hate to see something that has so much potential to be a significant asset to our state, and the city of New Orleans close. 

*Please do not let my disappointment in the museum deter you from checking it out yourselves.*


After a very short museum visit, I was left to answer the question “Well what next?” Since we were already in the French Quarter, it seemed like a good idea to just walk and see where we ended up. This was quite the task with one and three years old boys in tow, but very well worth it. 

I have walked the French Quarter several times in my lifetime, and on this day, I saw the beauty of it all. This stroll with my mom and my sons brought me back to when I visited Barcelona and Valencia (the Spanish reigned in Louisiana), and how much I loved both cities.  


Witnessing my children encountering total strangers and being excited about it made me smile.



In true Louisiana fashion, everyone was hospitable. What really made my heart smile were my boys genuine interest in what they saw. The “Ooooo mama, what’s that?” question was asked at least one hundred times. We even crossed paths with a random Secondline, and my children being who they are, broke out into laughter and dance. Simply walking and people watching was fulfillment enough for my expectations I had of the day. We truly walked aimlessly until the boys began to tire. 

The street performers, buildings, small shops,  people enjoying themselves as if no one was watching, I loved it all! 


New Orleans is an enjoyable city with so much fun to offer. A planned museum visit turned into so much more. I walked away from the day believing that sometimes our plans do not work out so we can stumble onto something greater. A simple promenade through the French Quarter, exposed my sons to sights my mother did not expose me and my sisters to until we were teens. I am cheerful that I did not let the museum experience propel me into loading up, and driving back home. I am a planner, so when things do not go according to plan I freak. Carpe Diem is something I am working on, and NOLA was a great city to begin. Thank you New Orleans for showing this Louisiana girl and company a good time! 


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