Yes, we had to get a new front door.
Along with the staircase, we wanted to keep our front door. It's original to the house. We had every intention of simply cleaning it up and not replacing it.
Nothing wrong with that, right?? Nothing unless you're a door guy. Then you notice the old rickety glass. The windblowing mail slot. The old and new hardware that put more holes than a groundhog in the slab. Which at the end of the day, makes the original doorbell a nice sentiment...but not worth keeping a crappy door on a nice house.
Ok, ok. Even after all this hard work. I will give up my hundred year old door.
For something exactly the same.
|New Meet Old|
Seriously. Look at that. Can you see a difference?
See, we live in the same house. It's the new old house. New on the inside. Old on the outside.
Same old neighborhood, same old neighbors, same old look and feel on the same old street. Since we'll be attached to the same old semi forever, why not keep the look of the same old door? Exactly.
Except for the bad old falling apart hardware...
It was fun shopping for something you need to love since it will be in your hand at least twice a day. And that's if you only leave the house once. I learned that from Cityline. Front door hardware is no joke.
Especially if you are a mom of three and can't leave the house without returning multiple times everytime for things you forgot...like your head. Yes, that has actually happened to me.
So here's a montage of the old to new.
The quote from the world's best door guy was "your neighbors will walk by and wonder why you painted your red door white." Yes, they will Eddy. They absolutely will.
Until we paint it red again.
We have a green house. There's white trim. Same neighborhood, same street, same house. Why not the same color.
We chose it long ago and loved it. We still love it.
Like even more now.
We chose a slate threshold on the suggestion of my friend/designer. It's hard to see here, but the dark grey of the slate matches the veins in the concrete-look tiles in the entryway. Perfect.
Here's a shot of the exterior.
As much as I hated sacrificing the old door, I simply adore the new door. It's hard to tell we live near a busy street...until you open the door. It's hard to tell how hot or cold it is outside...until you open the door.
And the moment you do, you can tell it's a really great new old door.