Well I was looking through my stash of doors at the Candle Shed the other day and this cool ol' door had the perfect dimensions. So I brought it home and tried it on for size...almost perfect, but in case you hadn't noticed, perfect isn't in the equation at the chateau.
Now, the dilemma...to paint or not to paint...there is something just so countrified about the old green that just warms my heart...as if Granny chose this color to match the Nature outside...and to hide the fingerprints of a thousand trips into and outta her world. It somehow just fits with the color of the swing and the old rocking chair...just screaming Granny's' house.
But, white would look cool too, as it would match the rest of the trim...but then it would sooooo not be me...right!?
So gimme yer thoughts and I'll take to heart and come up with an answer that will sooth our souls...now if I could just manufacture a squeak each time I opened...life would be perfect!
You can hear the squeak can't you...ha!