My first piece of depression-era religious furniture is the recreation of the very glossy scarlet-painted toilet door which is on the ground floor of our house.
With that toilet door being so glossy and red, I can see some faint, shadow-like reflection of myself as I am doing my business.
Hopefully, whoever looks at this ‘door,’ perhaps as it is hanging on their wall, will also, faintly and a little imperfectly, be able to see themselves.
Of course it would be better if they were able to do so while on the bog.
In the end I convinced Mum I needed the very door itself, and so we took it out and got a new one put in.
Certainly, that was the more straight forward approach.