Sprucing

If someone asked you what your home's front door looks like could you remember it in enough detail to tell them? I can, because I hate my front door. It's boxy and ugly. It looks like this:



Mr. Poppy and I both hate it. We went to our local door store (okay, they sell more than doors) and asked for help with getting a different door. The salesperson asked "you got the wrong door?" and Mr. Poppy and I silently thought to ourselves (as we learned in our post-door-buying debriefing) "well, yes, we got an ugly ass door when we shoulda got a pretty one like everyone else in the neighborhood!" Instead Mr. P explained that we want this door and the accompanying sidelites:



A brushed nickel design with frosted windows. We requested that the door be in the same color as the floor model to which the salesperson said "oh, they don't come in colors, you have to paint them yourself." At that point it dawned on me and the Mr. that for all this time we had these ugly ass doors on our house because that's just the primer color, we were supposed to paint the doors. Dur!

Regardless, we're getting our new door and sidelites hopefully this weekend, maybe next. It will take us several days to paint the door because you don't want to paint one side then flip it too soon and screw up the paint job on the first side while you're painting the other side, and we're not hanging the door until the paint dries on both sides. We'll paint the sidelites while they're in place.

We're so ecstatic that we get to paint the door whatever color we want, because that means we can leave it white inside and blue outside, or vice versa, or whatever colors we want! AAAAARRR, as the pirates would say. I'm just psyched to no longer have the ugliest freakin' door in the entire neighborhood, cuz: That's hella freakin' whack, y'all.