Thursday, July 17, 2014

Just Because

A bit of backstory:  All around the house, at the point where the overhang of the eaves meets the wall of the house just above the wide trim boards, whoever built the house used chair rail.  It's a little bit of decoration on a mostly plain Queen Anne Cottage and I've always liked that detail.  When I picked out the colors for the house this time, I chose a dark grayish brown for the chair rail, a color that I never really liked but chose because it coordinated well with the other paint colors.  

So now that I've told you that, a couple of days ago I was doing some invisible but necessary work on the front of the house: painting the eaves and soffit along where the new front porch will go.  I say invisible because, except for the fascia boards at the edge, the rest of it will be hidden once the new porch roof goes up; necessary because the soffit needs to be painted to protect the wood and that's a lot easier now than clambering up onto the porch roof to do it after the porch is built.

Anyhow, there I was on the front of the house, scraping away paint from the chair rail under the eaves that will never be seen again and getting a crick in my neck from looking up.  A big chunk of paint popped off the chair rail and underneath I saw bright turquoise blue.  At one time the chair rail was painted that color!  I love turquoise blue.  It's one of my favorite colors, in all shades.  

Y'all know what happened next, right?

I briefly considered what the house would look like with turquoise blue trim.  I worried that other people might think it was ugly.  Then I decided that, by golly, it's my house and I love that color and I think it would look great!  

So I painted the chair rail turquoise.  

And I painted the underside of the eaves the same pale blue as the side porch ceiling.  Just because.

I think the house looks happier.  I know I am.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Third Time's The Charm

First, the guy who delivered the lumber for the side porch.

Second, a firefighter friend.

Third, the mailman who politely mentioned it.

So now I have a house number.  Yes, I did use my kindergarten skills to trace around the house numbers Steve removed from the now-demolished front porch.  I used a ball-point pen.  The whole process, including the scribbly coloring-in, took about two minutes.

It ain't beautiful, but it serves the purpose.

Sunday, July 13, 2014


Nothing says "Welcome to my home!" like a boarded-up front door.  I mean, really, the door, the boarded-up window, the welcome mat thrown to the just screams of curb appeal.

The mailman came by the other day, stopped in his tracks on the front porch, and said, "Uhhhh...."  Apparently my request to hold my mail didn't get there before he started his route.  (I have a mail slot in the front door and no mailbox.)  I jokingly told him he could use that hole in the plywood down close to the floor and just poke the mail through that.  He said that was very kind of me to offer, but after today he'd just throw my mail in a box and I can come by the post office to get it.  That probably works better for all of us.

So why is my front door still boarded over, weeks after we finished tearing off the porch?  I knew y'all would ask that.

It's not procrastination.  Not this time, anyway. I actually put this piece of plywood up after the porch demo was finished.  

With no porch roof to protect it, the front door was taking a real beating from all the sun and the rain.  After about a week or so it looked pretty bad.  See all that faded wood and the shellac peeling off on the bottom half of the door?  I didn't want to let that keep happening for another month or so (and that's being really optimistic!) without a porch roof, so I boarded it up.  That stopped the damage.  I'll still have to give the door a really nice spa day with Howard's Feed-N-Wax and Restor-A-Finish after this is all over.  Poor little front door.  

ps:  Check out the color of the sky in that first photo.  Not edited.  The sky really was that blue the other day.  Amazing.