A bit ago, I alluded to a project I’ve undertaken: refinishing the front door. Yesterday, that project took a bad turn.
Short version: We opted for a stain, but used one of the new water-based stains. The result was disastrous, and I was so displeased with the gummy, uneven result, that we decided to go to Plan B: Painting the door.
Painting the door was a last resort; I liked the look of the solid wood, even though it had aged some with the decades. But I just hated the result of the stain, so we switched gears and started talking colors.
Surprisingly, we both wanted to paint it red. Why? No particular reason. We just liked red. We’d seen red doors on houses here and around Britain and, though red rarely matched and at times even clashed with the color of the house, it always worked. Our house is milk-chocolate with a semi-sweet trim, warm in tone, so a red door would work well.
I mentioned this to friends and they told me anecdotes about the meaning of a red door.
Meaning? Of a red door? I’d never heard of a door color having any meaning. Curious, I did what I do: I researched.
I’m in serious Writing-Avoidance Mode.
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