I love old doors...can you just imagine the history that has walked through these weathered old entrances. Whether it's through a mansion door or a barn door, I have a hard time visualizing them newly built, when so much character surrounds each ancient thresh hold. Weathered brick and mortar, board and stoop, all hold stories grand and meek.
I am just so happy to live in an era and be in a business that respects the textures and history, regardless of the decrepitude of the building and the grace of each old structure that holds these bits of history. I want to be a child again and run through the old screen door at Granny's house, "don't slam the door", is the memory I want to hold dear. Sneaking in through the barn door, playing hide and seek with the neighbor kids or looking for the fuzzy kittens you just spied peeking out from the dark and mysterious interiors of the old sheds of time.
To me, as a child or an adult, an old door is the entrance to many exciting new finds inside, inviting an intrepid explorer to sift through the rubble of time and discovers bits of a past long gone, but worthy of my praise, as I trip through time in the archaeology of an era long past, my clothes enshrouded in the dust and magic of my world...ahhh, I am at peace...is this for sale...how much???
