In our previous home, I remember painting the front door black while the kids were at school. When My Dude got home and closed the door behind him, he whirled around and said, “Wow. It’s black.” I held my breath for a moment then heard him say, “That’s cool.” Wshew! It wasn’t long before I painted the other two exterior doors black, too, and I always loved how they stood out. So, of course I couldn’t wait to do the same here. As soon as my painter was finished with the walls, I got to work on the exterior doors. Here’s a peek.
Between working with a couple of clients and restoring order room by room, there is still quite a bit to do around here. Thanks for taking a peek at the little bits of progress. And thanks for helping me to remember to enjoy the process, not just the result. It makes life all the sweeter, don’t you think?