I have a confession to make and as confessions go, it's a pretty big one. I hope you can still respect me and my so-called expertise after I come clean.
My fingers are crossed.
You see, I started writing posts for this blog just about six months ago and since day one, I have been on my soapbox preaching that beauty can be found in the everyday. It is lurking everywhere in your daily life, I've said, especially in your home.
You just have to know how to look for it, how to appreciate it and, if you believe it's lacking, how to whip it up.
Most of my posts have focused on the joy of finding and creating loveliness from ordinary blooms and quick updates in home décor. There's no excuse, it's really quite simple, I've said. I've even shown you ways to cheat yourself to gorgeous.
I have painted myself as somewhat of an expert on cultivating beauty, and yet all along, I have been hiding something. I have a secret and it's not pretty. At all.
The truth is...
I have an ugly front door.
There is no beauty to be found there. It's just a plain, white door. It's very unattractive and, actually, it's not even a true white, it's unpainted steel. So really it's an unfinished, light gray primed eyesore...and it bothers me every single day when I look at it and yet, I just can't bring myself to do anything about it.
My own house is frowning.
It's not that I don't want a Fabulous Front Door, I do, I do! I've actually had one, well, until it warped and I just don't know if I'm ready to go back to that heartache again, or if I'm ready to settle. I have a lovely black framed storm door that lets so much glorious light into my living room and I'm not ready to let it go.
About two years ago, we bought a beautiful brand new door and painted it black. The black door framed by the black storm door was gorgeous. It was the perfect focal point for my stone faced entry. It was also the most dramatic backdrop for all of my front door décor. Everything I hung there just popped!!
Until the door warped.
The house is southern facing and the heat built up between the front door and the storm and it actually warped the door to the point that it was unusable and unsafe.
It had to be replaced.
I, of course, wanted to paint the new door black. That did not make my husband happy. It wasn't rational, but love seldom is; I refused to believe that the door would warp again.
Unfortunately, the laws of science (and our budget) do not back me up and since I don't deal with "no" very well, it has remained unpainted.
And, as previously stated, ugly.
I am confessing today, because after nearly six months together, I feel that you deserve this honesty, but also because I need your help. A while back, I posted on social media and shared my ugly door story.
I asked people what light color they thought the door should be and, boy, did I get answers. There were so many really great responses, but now I am just completely overwhelmed. Purple, pink, blue, green, yellow, beige...all good choices, but not one of them really feels right. I miss my black door and I don't know how to get that drama and punch back without it!
So please weigh in! Help me find the beauty in my own front door, so I can authoritatively crawl back on my soapbox again.
I don't really like it down here.
What light color do you think I should paint that nasty front door to make my house smile again?
If you like the wreath, you can see the how to here.
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