Several months ago when my front yard was blanketed with a foot of snow I was dreaming of spring and spring colors. I wrote a post about Yellow Front Doors Are My Latest Inspiration.
In my part of the world yellow doors are a rarity but I was seeing them repeatedly on the internet.
Images like these from Apartment Therapy
or this from Layers of Meaning
or these from Color Design and Art
I loved the pop of color.
It was new to me.
It was different.
It seemed like the yellow entry door was ubiquitous in blog land.
Yet there isn't one to be seen in my hood.
Then a new neighbor moved in.
They painted their front door a daringly different but perfect shade of green.
It looks so great with the stone and that gorgeous hardware.
It left me swooning and inspired.
Our dark red door looked faded and mundane.
I could do this.
I would paint our door yellow.
Mr. Rosie easily agreed.
So I picked out the paint color ...
I started painting.
This was bad.
It had to get better ... and fast.
I hurriedly applied a second coat before the first one was even dry.
I didn't want the hubby to see it like this.
The image of that muddy yellow with the red bleeding through and the bright blue painter's tape was more than a little unsettling.
It was out and out nasty.
In my world the respectable people, people with style, people with class only paint their doors black, white, grey or the occasional red. I knew I would be rocking the boat with my in your face yellow door.
I'm sure the locals are thinking, "Good grief, first a green door and now a yellow one. There goes the neighborhood".
Several years ago I would never have gone for this look either but something changed.
The more we are exposed to things the more accepting we become.
Hopefully that will be true in the case of my friends and neighbors and nobody will scribble WHITE TRASH on my freshly painted door or leave one of these babies on my front porch.
If they do, I will wear it proudly. But if it is from Sherri or Lynn definitely not. :)
I knew the door would need a third coat but that would have to wait for tomorrow.
I wanted the paint to be dry enough so that I could shut the door when I went to bed that night.
I would just have to suck it up and swallow my pride knowing that all the joggers and dog walkers were looking disdainfully at my house and it's ugly red and yellow camouflaged door.
I wanted to hang a sign next to the door that said "Wait until tomorrow. It will be better. It's going to work. It's going to be great. I'm sure of it."
But deep down I wasn't so sure.
My confidence was waning.
I was definitely rethinking my plunge into such a vivid and non-conforming color choice.
It didn't help when the big guy came home and said something about that being a really yellow door.
There was no turning back so I trudged onward.
After the third coat it started to look better.
I began to breathe normally again.
By tonight I'm beginning to actually like it.
Did I mention that I called the painter to paint my foyer?
He's coming at 8:30 in the morning to give me an estimate.
I'm not going to lie. Knowing he would be here definitely added to the painting pressure.
On top of everything else now I'm worried about my workmanship. He'll know it was recently done.
I won't be able to blame it on the previous owner.
It is still too damp to hang my door candy but I wanted you to get the idea of what it will look like.
So I made my big guy take a picture of me holding up my umbrella flower flair.
Hope your weekend was a good one.
This will be my last link of this post but I HAD to link up with the Paint Party at Room ReMix