I’m dead. This may be my last post. I’ve really done it this time.
My house is 102 years old, and I both love it and hate it. We wanted an old house with lots of character and charm, but also with modern conveniences. We knew going in there would be a lot of work to do, but were willing to do it.
Six years later, we are not nearly as far into renovations and repairs as we should be. Costs of materials and contractors have skyrocketed. We do what we know how to do, and hire professionals for the stuff that we are guaranteed to screw up. Maybe if we didn’t go to Florida every second winter, we’d have more money to put into the house. Oh well, you can’t have it all.
About a year and a half ago, I had a beautiful glass door installed at the back entrance. Last summer we decided to put a matching one on the front. Well, wouldn’t you know it our porch is ancient (unlike the addition at the back of the house), and the doorway is odd shaped. We had to have a custom door built because they don’t make them that size. Apparently Willie Wonka and the White Rabbit bought them all up.
We thought this was going to be outrageously expensive and were about ready to live with the old porch door, when we found out it would only cost about $200 more for a custom door. Okay, buddy, you got yourself a deal! Get measuring!
We waited a long time for the door and finally when it was ready, my husband took the day off work to meet with the installers. I was excited all day, and when I got home from work I couldn’t wait to see the new door.
Imagine my surprise, the old door was still there, they just installed the new one in front of the old one! When I expressed confusion at this, my husband said, “Well it’s an old wood door, they don’t make them like that anymore”! To which I replied, “It’s a damn good thing! Look at how warped it is! It doesn’t even close right”! My husband won the arguement and the door stayed.
Guess what I did today? I removed that stupid, ugly, warped, cracked paint, cracked pane door ALL BY MYSELF! Ha ha, I feel awesome! It wasn’t even that hard and only took me about 20 minutes!
I’ll feel good about this all day long, until my husband comes home and sees what I’ve done. I hope this isn’t my last post.
Orianne
