Is it wrong to love your front doors so much?

Today was going to be, the day.

I had picked my new front doors out of hundreds of salvaged doors.

I had chosen the stain color and the varnish...

I labored over reed glass or cross reed glass...

I selected the handles and the door locks...

I worried that maybe I should have mounted rod iron on them.

and today I would get to see my new stately front doors, actually hanging on my house. Boy am I glad that Chris Hanley talked me out of buying the $600 craftsman door I was looking at. He's good about helping me spend my money with suggestions like this. But he was right.

Like everything else in this house however, before we could do something to make it beautiful, we had to undo what had come before and make a mess.

There are still casings and moldings to install next week, but in the end, my new front doors reflect the respect, appreciation and love I have for this house and the work that I and the whole team have put into it.

It's as if the house is saying, " I may be old, but I am still beautiful!"

Before today I had a front door that was ugly and unwelcoming.  Now it's like my house has eyes. Eyes that sparkle, spilling light down the stoop to the street, for all the neighborhood to see.

The house looks happy now.

It can't be wrong to love something so vital. It makes me even more inspired to move on to the windows and complete the effect.

—Laurie