Over the past year, I have spent many nights rocking Kayt or reading to Noah only to glance up and think "we must paint those doors to match the other woodwork."
Actually, I know why we didn't paint the doors in the first place. We were tired. I had had home renovations up to my ears and was ready to just live in the darn thing. I was also 6 months pregnant.
You see, our first house was new. It had great countertops, a lovely back splash, an oversized garden tub, wonderful tile and no character. I mean, it was great. Everything was new, clean, worked well, and smelled fresh but it was just like 3 other houses on our block. I decided that when it came to our next house I wanted something old. I wanted to be able to pull up all the carpet to find thick, real hardwood floors. I wanted to paint and texture and re-do. I wanted a floorplan that wasn't like my neighbors. I wanted something with character!
I'm crazy.
I realized I was crazy about 2 hours into Home Renovation 101. I also realized that HGTV was much more fun to watch than to live.
Back to the doors...
Our home has so so many doors. Gosh. So many doors.
When I decided last week that I wanted to accomplish my door-painting project, I called in back-up. My mom came to the rescue and agreed to spend the day helping me or better put, doing most of the work.
Last Tuesday, while Noah was away at M.D.O. my mom, brother and I began removing the doors and painting. We were about 95% complete by that evening and I was quite impressed with our diligence.
I knew my hubby would be so proud and very thankful that I had taken it upon myself to undertake such a huge task. I knew I must be earning brownie points in the 'wife-of-the-year' book.
On Wednesday, Brad was going to spend an hour or two rehanging all the doors. All in all, it was turning out to be a pretty easy project. A little over 24 hours of mayhem and we would be back to normal. With white doors, of course. My father-in-law came over to assist my minimally handy husband.
After two hours, I could see the frustration rising in Brad's eyes. I could hear the exaggerated sighs. I knew something must not be right when dinner time rolled around and no doors had found their previous home.
Apparently...I should have labeled doors and hinges.
Apparently...every door in our house is sized just a bit differently.
Apparently...certain hinges went with certain doors.
Apperently...I made a big mistake.
So, my innocently good efforts in improving the quality of our home life was in vein. Okay, so maybe I wasn't trying to improve our quality of living, but I thought it would look better.
After playing musical doors for a day or so, we now have 6 doors lined up in our hallway, 2 in the garage, 6 on their rightful hinges, and 5 that are hanging but do not shut correctly.
If you are in the neighborhood, feel free to stop by.
We would love for you to be our guest.
But if you are expecting to use the bathroom in privacy, you may have to go to one of those "newer" houses with less "character". But, the pantry is a free-for-all and the towels in the hall closet are easily accessible.
Character I wanted, character I got because nothing spells character like a house with no doors.
I think now would be a good time to remove my name from that wife-of-the-year list. I'll just disqualify myself.
9 comments:
Whoops!!! I'm sure you'll get them all back on eventually!!
It reminds me of the time that Dad took the little cupboard door off the understairs cubby (very very old house) and painted it, etc, and rehung it - the right way up!! Yes, for as long as we'd lived in the house, it was upside down and had an annoying gap at the top but no-one had worked out why!! It fits perfectly now - ha ha!!
Ash,
This COMPLETELY cracked me up. Now you can understand why we left our house of character behind and moved into "my-neighbor-stole-my floor-plan" row. Trust me, I laugh with you and not at you. We have so been there! Keep your sense of humor...it will serve you well:)
Love ya!
An honest mistake....your intentions were good. :) Btw, not one of our closet doors closes at all (and one bedroom door). I think the previous owners made the same mistake when they painted the doors in our house (and not very well I might add). Jeremy and I have been purposefully ignoring the situation b/c we know it's going to be a pain fixing them. But I wouldn't trade my house with character for any other house in the world!
apparently...you are a pretty great story teller b/c i always get to laughing when i read your blog!
Sounds like something I would do...trying to make my hubby proud only just messing things up. I've tried to be "wife-of-the-year" and it just doesn't ever seem to happen! haha! I enjoyed reading your story, though! :) And I hope you get your doors on soon.
And by the way, I just remembered, when we moved into the house we are in now, we took all the doors off to get painted. Well, we decided to have some people over for dinner without even thinking about not having doors. We had to send them to our master bedroom toilet way in the back of the house for at least some privacy! It was hilarious!
Awwww! This is one of those stories that you are going to tell forever! Don't feel bad, two summers ago I thought I would earn the, "Daughter of The Year" award and decided to paint my parents kitchen, cabinets and all....very similar to your story. The cabinets were custom, as were the hinges. It took them almost one month to "fix" my error...and I had to return to Lubbock after two days!
I painted just TWO doors this past weekend in AG's room and it exhausted me. Way to go on knocking it all out, though! Maybe leave them ON the hinges next time. hehe. I had to replace the doorknobs and hinges anyway, so I just left them hanging while I painted. I can imagine the frustration of your predicament! Funny, though.
Oh dang.....
Just thought I'd brighten your day and let you know I have an award for you over at my blog! ~Blessings!
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