Some readers may recall that I gave The Editor a new entry door for Christmas. Not to be outdone, she gave me the companion storm door. Who says old married couples can’t be romantic? The plan was to wait for a two-day break in the weather and install the entry door one day and the storm door the next. The door is at the back of our family room, about three feet from our wood stove. I figured we could build a fire to take the cold entering the gaping hole in the wall during the transition.
For various reasons, we decided to wait until the fire wouldn’t be required and the days would be longer.
Last week, before winter returned, I moved the new door out of their safe storage to the front of the garage. Tuesday afternoon, the editor and I moved it onto the porch. Yesterday, step-1 began after breakfast.
One of the reasons we waited for warmer weather and longer days, was our experience working in this house, and in particular, this room. If I were to tell you all the stories of slipshod construction, inept “design” and shortcut after shortcut taken by the previous owner, I’d be well on my way to writing a book. This project proved to be no exception.
I’ve described the process, the progress and the frustration in the captions.
This saga is offered in conjunction with Norm Frampton’s weekly blog challenge called Thursday Doors. Each week, Norm invites door lovers from all over the world to join him in celebration of all things door. If you want to participate, or, if you just want to see a bunch of wonderful doors, head on up to Norm’s place.