The French Door Saga

Holy mother it's hot outside...

 

Despite the fact that Hell has risen, I hope your Saturday is going well and is all that you hoped it would amount to when you were daydreaming about its arrival on Monday.

 

That reminds me....it was game day here in Nebraska... don't hate me, but I'm not a football fan....

 I'm sorry... I really tried to get into it....

 

....that was a rough day...

 

It's not all completely lost on me... I do appreciate a bowl of cheese dip the size of my face and the wide array of  crockpot meats that typically make their debut on game days... So I have that going for me...

 

Anyways, I may not be a pigskin fan, but to all you football fanatics out there, may your coolers stay chilled, your grills cook evenly, and on this scorcher of a day, may you all avoid severe dehydration caused by heat, too much alcohol, and loss of general hydration from the meat sweats.

 

Drink your water.
Wear your sunscreen.

 

ok, I've done my part in aiding in the survival of football fans.

Now, onto the French Door Saga...

 

Two days ago, our big, beautiful, front doors were installed on the Farmhouse...

 

 

Aren't they sexy?? I know, I thought so too...

...It's kind of like having a couple 8 foot tall, 400 lb bouncers on my front porch...I feel like I should give them names and paychecks...

...I'm thinking Zeus and Thor...

 

Anyways, as you know, I've been struggling with the desire to paint them a lovely shade of blue...or red.... I don't know, just something colorful and warm and inviting.  It's mental anguish, and at times I swear I can actually hear the two sides of my brain arguing back and forth over this...

...I think one of them has a Scottish accent...

The problem I'm encountering is that whenever I mention painting them, I get very mixed reactions from people.  Sometimes I get a "yeah! go for it!"... other times it's more like "do it and your out of the Will".... 

 

There is NO middle ground on these reactions, which in turn has led me to realize that there are two kinds of people in this world...people who WILL paint wood, and people who absolutely WILL NOT.

 

Seriously, if you have ever met one of the latter, then you know exactly what I'm talking about.....You merely mention the idea of painting wood, and you will receive a look so disgusted, shocked, and horrified, that you would think you'd just told them you sold your kid for beer money. 

It's kind of like this....

 

 

It's serious stuff folks.

 

Now, if you're one of us hippie-liberal-sushi eatin' types, then you, on occasion, like to veer off from the world of brown, and get a little creative with some color.  Picking a paint color is one my favorite things to do. The idea of taking a couple hours of my day to escape from my offspring and head over to Sherwin Williams or Benjamin Moore's house to find a paint color is exciting for me.  If I'm feeling particularly swanky and confident, I'll swing through good ole Starbucks, grab a cup of the hard stuff and then make my way over.  I walk into the store and pause, breathing in the anticipation of finding that PERFECT paint color, in a smooth, stress-free way. I make my way to the paint swatches...

 

 

 ...5 minutes later...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Needless to say, I'm not good at making decisions.

 

It makes me stress in a bad, bad way...

(see above photo reference)

 

Anyways, I eventually narrow it down to about 47 colors and I bring the color swatches home.  I lay them out on the dining room table and I stare at them for hours.  After about two weeks of lost sleep eye twitching, and rambling to myself like Rainman, I finally decide on the very first color I ever picked.  I am then forced to listen to my husband give me some kind of a speech explaining why women think too much about little, insignificent decisions, and how men are pros at making snap decisions and that's why they don't waste their time stressing out about the unimportant decisions, like paint colors.  I then remind him that he was one my carefully thought out decisions, and if he expects dinner that night, or any of the nights to follow, then he better change his tune and be grateful for my lengthy decision making process.

 

...oh, and that for the next few nights, he better sleep with one eye open...  :)

 

So, now I need to decide on a door color and I'd rather not go down my usual road of stress eating and stomach ulcers, therefore I'm going to start out my decision making process with only three options, not 47.  Here they are...

 

1.  Leave the entry Gods in their natural, dark wood tone...

 

 

Very strong and domineering if you ask me.... makes me feel like I would be forced to kneel and kiss their feet before entering...

 

But seriously,  I can always jazz up the entry with a colorful potted plant on either side of the doors and then the wreath on each door like I have mentioned several times before.   Or...

 

 

2.  Wythe Blue by Benny Moore...

 

 

It's so cool and inviting and classy...

 

...I swear I can smell fresh laundry, pipe tobacco, and the promise of a better life coming through that doorway...

 

Here's another Wythe Blue...this one looks a little more "aqua-y" and bright, but it's still lovely... I guess it just depends on your daylight at the time. This one does reflect our common color scheme for the rest of the house as well... pale gray siding and bright white trim. We will also have dark shutters.  Do with this information what you will...

 

and finally...

 

3.  A deep, cranberry colored door.  The kind of color that makes you feel all warm and cozy....

 

...It just occurred to me that I say warm and cozy a lot... I'm going to start referring to this common description as "WAC". 

 

So, yeah.  Here's the wac door.

 

 

So??  Any opinions?  I had posted a while back on FB about door colors and I got an overwhelming and unanimous "BLUE".

 

Now that you've seen the doors, do you still think Blue?  Or would that be too much?? 

 

Should I do red instead?? still painted, but not as "in your face"?!?!

 

OR SHOULD I JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE?!?!?!?

 

 

Yeah, this was bound to happen again...

 

Where's my brown paper bag...

 

Anyways, if you wouldn't mind leaving your thoughts, I'd really appreciate the help :)

 

Have a wonderful Saturday night!

 

Oh, and for those of you that read this whole post and will now inevitably have nightmares, here's a few lighthearted pictures to counteract the terror...

 

 

:) Ashley