Basement Entry Doors

I blinked my eyes, and suddenly a month has gone by without a single post.
Oh, well. Who’s paying attention, anyway?

About the time of my last post, a not-so-fun, but desperately-needed-to-be-done project was finally completed (well, mostly, anyway… we rarely ever completely complete anything around here).

Up until last November, our exterior basement doors looked like this:

Priiiitty bad, right?

We had a contractor come out earlier in the year to give us a quote for replacement doors, but Tim was pretty confident he could make something decent for a fraction of the quoted price, so…

He built a frame, and fashioned two doors from tongue and groove board.
Then he primed, painted (Benjamin Moore Aura “Soot”)

…and suddenly the weather got too cold to paint the second coat.
So, he had to wait ’til spring to finish.

As for hardware, the original hinges (or pretty old ones, anyway) were still kickin’, so there was no need to get new ones.

And here’s the end result:

Not too shabby, eh?

However (isn’t there always a however?), you may notice that the doors appear one shade bluer/lighter than the outside edge. Well, we underestimated how much paint the job would require, and ended up needing an additional can… which, as we expected, did not quite match the first one. You know how it is — just off enough to cause a slight but persistent annoyance. :)

To end on an up-note, let’s see that always dramatic before and after:

Whoo hoo!

Now we’re on to our next project — giving our back door an overhaul.
What about you guys? Have any exterior projects in the works or in the wings?


Dear Chair,

You had a hard life.

It was clear you’d been through much even before we found you by the side of the road. A previous owner had attempted to refinish you, but obviously didn’t know what they were doing (your coloring was uneven and splotchy). After bringing you home, I had grand intentions to sand, paint, and reupholster you. But rather, you were relegated to storage in our damp basemenwhen t for several years with other “project” chairs. You saw the glorious light of day during the past winter’s snow storms, only to serve valiantly as our “urban parking space holder”. And for that, dear chair, I thank you. Yet, how have I shown my appreciation? By leaving you outside since. You deserved so much better.

You certainly didn’t deserve to be thrown to the curb again by a man (I’m ashamed to admit – my husband!), who didn’t want to take the time to mend you. My only hope is that you were rescued from the crushing jaws of the trash truck by a kinder soul than I…Someone who will lovingly restore you and give you a rightful place at their desk or dinner table.

I am honestly glad that I happened to take this picture the day before you moved on.