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I thought I’d share a quick way-back “before” of the house. When the Chief inherited this place it was in pretty bad shape – cars parked on the lawn, disrepair everywhere, bad colors, you name it. Being a guy, he mostly has close up pictures of what the old plumbing looked like and stuff, but I did find a couple wider angle shots in his picture archives from five or six years ago. Let me just say it was gnarly and he had already done a ton to improve things by the time we met.
The way-back machine… appropriate since we are hosting a Back to the Future marathon for Memorial Day…
Yup, that is really what the front yard looked like.
And today…
And before…
And after.
I think the picture is worth a thousand words, don’t you? Oh yeah! And very exciting – we are working on framing in the front door and far right window this weekend, which will add a lot of polish and curb appeal. Just give it a more finished touch, you know? Things are moving fast around here right now! Further plans are to repaint the house – you can see where the new stucco around the garage is unpainted – paint the house trim white. Eventually (i.e. probably not this year) we will probably replace those old 6×6 windows and redo the pathway up to the door.
What do you think of the changes in the last five years?
Our home’s exterior has been improving slowly but surely. I like to think that the outside has gone from looking like an, ahem, fixer upper, to a happy little starter home. Maybe in 5 years more it will look like a wonderful jewel box of a cottage. In the last 18 months the Chief particularly has done a lot of work (with some help from friends). We’ve replaced the sagging and dangerous wooden garage door and frame with steel and a shiny new automatic door, we’ve gotten a lawn and a good sprinkler schedule, we’ve limbed the pine tree, put out some flowerpots, and now…
We’ve painted the front door red.
This has been a tedious process, well rewarded by the high impact results. Three times has the Chief removed the door’s hardware and taken it off the hinges, and yea three times have I brushed and sanded and primed and painted, and yet again three times has the Chief re-installed the door and all its hardware. It was a pre-primed steel door and I did a lot of research to figure out what a good, durable method would be for painting it – here’s the link if you’re interested.
I was the one who wanted the door to have COLOR, as it was previously unpainted and a dingy bluish-white. The only color the Chief wanted was red, which was fine by me. There was a House Beautiful issue a while back where one designer described the red door on a recent project to be like a big welcome home kiss, and that’s what I think of when I look at our door.
Here’s our house – still plenty to do, yes, but we have come a long way!
And here is our red, red front door. (We’ll be framing it in this summer.)
WELCOME HOME! It is also extremely cheery to look at when driving away to work in the morning. It makes me look forward to coming home again. I have seen front doors in other great colors, such as bright yellow, eggplant, cranberry, and various blues, but I think that red is really the best choice for our house. It goes well with the pale yellow paint and the charcoal black roof. We plan to paint the house trim white (currently blue-gray) and give it a classic, yet cheerful look. Doesn’t it just make you smile?
Today is the last day in a while that I will have a cuppa tea as part of my morning ritual. I’m quitting caffeine for a bit. Anytime you decide to quit something, whether it’s a man, coffee, white flour, whatever, it seems to bring up all the most pleasant memories and longings of that thing as if your brain is trying to convince you not to make the change.
This morning I’ve been flashing on one of the most pleasant cafes I’ve ever visited – Balzac’s, in Stratford, Ontario. When I was in college, every year the theatre department would go to the Stratford Festival and catch five plays in three days. Bliss, I tell you.
One year there was an actor in a couple of the plays that we saw who really captured my attention. He was one of those ugly guys with a beautiful speaking voice who has so much presence that he is just magnetic. Did I mention his voice was beautiful? Like chocolate silk? Makes a woman’s insides get trembly? I bet I can find a picture of him… yup, here he is, though I’d rather have an audio clip:
Anyway, Stratford’s a small town full of mostly tourists and Festival people, and one morning I saw him at Balzac’s. I went over and stammered how much I’d enjoyed him in Threepenny Opera… he smiled warmly at me… and in The Swanne… his eyes flickered and his smile became stiff but he thanked me politely. It was only after I’d walked away that I remembered it was SOME OTHER DUDE with a beautiful voice in The Swanne.
Oh Tom, I’m so sorry. As an actor myself and as a fan, I just want you to know that you are so great that you made my brain go haywire. I hope I didn’t make you think you couldn’t be THAT memorable. Because you are the best. Sincerely, Julie.