I’m not even going to show you a photo of our old front door. It was green and ugly and had no glass. When we started this latest remodeling project, the contractor said that he thought the door was fine–it just needed to be painted. He didn’t seem to notice that it belonged on a pseudo-Colonial cottage, and not (even) on our loooong, then-cedar-panelled ranch house. But I digress.
Our new door speaks to my heart. It lets in light. It’s cheerful. It’s stained a lovely oak color. It makes me happy all day long. (Just ignore the satellite cable running along the top–it will be tucked into the attic.)