The mirror was really distinctive, and it caused a problem between Danielle and me when she pointed it out and said how nice it was.

Now, let’s be honest. It’s a mirror. And, the prime purpose of a mirror is to allow you to see yourself. The moment you start looking at the frame, it is no longer a mirror (because you are not seeing a reflection).

However, this mirror’s frame is also mirrored, which I have to concede is quite clever. Is it a frame, is it a mirror?

Back to fledgling argument:
I suggested we could buy it for Esther for her birthday. Danielle walked off in a huff. When I caught up with her in Walton Street, she said, “Actually, I would have liked it for me.” Why was this a problem? “We can buy two,” I said. This did not change her mood. I went back the next day and bought it for Esther.