The Pink Stuff – My Glasswax Adventure

Raise your hand if you remember Glass Wax.

Raise your other hand if you remember “painting” on windows and mirrors with Glass Wax.

Okay, you can put your arms down now.

You would have to be “of a certain age” to remember that chalky, pink shmear we used at Christmas to sponge our way to artistic brilliance.

What?  It was also used to clean windows?

Who knew?

Painting on a mirror with glass wax evokes so many memories of my childhood.

When I was little, one of our many Christmas traditions were Dad’s “paintings” on our dining room mirror with Glass Wax.  One year he wrote “Merry Christmas” in big bold letters with Santa dancing around, another year he painted scenes of skaters on a frozen pond.  Sometimes there would be Christmas trees and often there were scenes of the nativity or a church.

Oh, we had all of the other Christmas decorations of the time as well.

We had gobs of Tinsel.  Remember when tinsel was heavy and shiny?  (What do you mean lead is dangerous)?

We had clouds of Angel Hair.  You can’t get the spun glass version any more.  I know, it’s dangerous.  But it made the best halos.  It was just like real Angel Hair!  …. and it was fireproof!  (Sorry about the bloody fingers).

Oh, and candles on the trees?   You’ll be happy to know we never really tried this, but you get the point.  A lot of our early traditions were just downright dangerous.

But I’m a sucker for tradition….

Painting a mirror with Glass Wax?  Perfectly safe.

I was unable to find any of the original Glass Wax, but I did find something called Window Wax.  (Thank you Vermont Country Store for always having that wonderful obscure item I didn’t even realize I needed).  It’s pretty close to the Glass Wax of my memories.

I needed to be find a place for the mirror so that I could capture each stroke of my pink smeared paintbrush.

I tried laying it on the moveable table from my project room.  In that way, I could move it around to find just the right reflection.

Oops.  (Not only did I gouge my table, but I found it was too narrow to safely anchor the mirror).

I thought maybe I could lay the mirror on our dining room table.  It’s a huge table, so easily able to support the mirror.

Oops.  (Mr. H. was so upset, his back went out).


Flat on his back.

I soldiered on.

I thought perhaps the mirror should reflect something dark, so I went to the fabric store to buy some dark velvet.   Evidently the sales staff has been told to engage every customer in conversation.

No, I do NOT care to hear about the egg yolk pillow Customer #92 is making for Christmas.  No, I am NOT interested in every detail of every square of Customer #95s quilt.   No, Customer #98, I do NOT think it would be a good idea to edge your apron in taupe.  —Sigh–  This is turning out to be more complicated than I had anticipated.

Four hours laters, back at home, I discovered that velvet collects and reflects every piece of glitter and dust in my house (I apparently have as much glitter as dust…must be the fairies).

Finally, I laid the mirror on a bridge table, rigged my camera on a tripod on top of a stool on top of some books and then precariously balanced on a ladder to focus the camera.

I forgot about the light settings.  Rookie error.

My intentions had been to capture the steps of painting the mirror for you.


Finally.  Finally.  I finished our Glass Wax mirror.

I know, I could have used stencils. I  know, I could have used spray snow.  I know, I could have used cling on scenes.  I know, I could have used glass paint.

But it wouldn’t be tradition….

and I’m a sucker for tradition.


After a few days, Mr. H.’s back healed enough for him to help me hang the mirror back on the wall.

Oops.  I painted the mirror upside down!!

After I stopped laughing (really, gut wrenching, pee in my pants, bent over double laughter…hysteria some might call it), Mr. H. moved the hangers on the back of the mirror.

I’m a sucker for tradition.


Category: Christmas, New Traditions, Old Memories
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(3) Comments and (3) Replies

  1. Amy | December 17, 2011 at 3:08 pm | Reply

    We are SO glad you joined this family. What a source of constant amusement (some of it self deprecating), and good lessons of inclusion you teach just by being you!~

    • jill | December 17, 2011 at 5:22 pm | Reply

      Sadly, it’s heavily weighted to the self deprecating……sigh

  2. pam | September 1, 2012 at 3:16 am | Reply

    love your stories! you have a wonderful senseofhumor (and yourhubby too, butdon’t tell him anyone said that). you must be great gramma and grampafolks.

    • jill | September 1, 2012 at 10:43 pm | Reply

      Oh, thank you. I won’t tell Mr. H. He must have a sense of humor….it’s his protection…..Have a great day and thanks again!!

  3. Diane Carey | December 1, 2014 at 11:51 am | Reply

    LOL, LOL, LOL can’t stop laughing! Stuff like that happens to me too and i wonder why i got up that morning

    • jill | December 2, 2014 at 5:36 pm | Reply

      I know. I have to say, I’m hoping for a better result this year!! Have a great Holiday and thanks for stopping by!

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