I got stung by a fucking hornet last weekend.
I cursed. (Something I don’t normally do on here)
That’s how much it hurt.
But it was worth it.
There was a hornet’s nest hidden in the pinecone wreath that used to hang on our front door. The orange front door. On our street, our neighbors refer to us as the house with the orange front door.
I had to take the wreath down so our contractors could install our new front door. Now we’ll have to be known as the house with the unbelievably beautiful mahogany front door.
Because that’s what we are now.
Cruising through our local Seconds and Surplus, we stumbled on the perfect front door.
We’ve been looking for this door for over 6 years.
We’ve been looking for this door, at a reasonable price, for over 6 years.
“Hello Mike, When can you come over?”
(Insert random shots of our contractors replacing the front door)
I know that y’all are slightly disappointed that two DIYers like ourselves would call a contractor…..but there are a few things beyond our realm of expertise. This is one of those projects. (Obviously, the master bathroom is another)
Our new door was 1/2″ taller than the old one.
Mike and Kenny had to replace the threshold. (I’d still be working on that by next Christmas.)
This way…alls I had to do was paint the new trim. Somehow, there were three different woods.
Ready for it?
Breath-taking, Ain’t she?
Prettiest door in Oak Cliff.
I know, we still need to pick a stain. And we will, soon.
Here’s a slightly broader shot.
We think it looks more like “adults” live here.
Fooled ’em all we did.
Y’all might notice that big turquoise pot to the left.
That’s Jamie’s new fountain. My new second favorite front yard feature.
I didn’t document much of the install, it wasn’t fun, but there she is for all to enjoy.
Big changes around here.
“What happened to the old orange door?” you ask.
Jamie set it by the curb……..and someone took it. How about that?
We’ll never need it again anyways.