The front door of a home is a window to its soul..
Said someone at sometime.
OK, I totally made that up.
If that were the case, my soul is channelling an octogenarian in a full on Nana chick, blue rinse, matching twin set, eat dinner at 5pm kind of way.
Kinda not the look a 30 something, single gal is is looking for
Nothing says "hello boys" like a baby blue door with a cat sitting on the porch.
The outside of my shack is in pretty good shape. It was freshly painted a few months prior to purchase. Cream, beige and baby blue are not colours I would necessarily of picked but non the less, neat, clean and one less job for me to do.
Not that painting an entire house would have daunted me at all, not as much as finishing the bathroom ceiling anyway.
This is an old photo (my photo's won't upload today)...the straggly shrubs and weird white rock have moved on, however, lurking in the shadowy background is my baby blue front door.
I want it gone!
I want to paint it black, navy, teal, aqua, green, greenish grayish bluish...
Anything but baby blue.
Yes I need a new mail box...yes my posties tetanus is up to date...
I actually have a new mail box sitting in storage
It will be vintage by the time it is put to good use...
So I'm doing something radically different, groundbreaking, revolutionary...weird even
I'm not going to consult the mecca of all things home...AKA Pinterest