Something Blue

Boise / ID / United States - 11/5/16

Our front door needed a facelift since the day we moved in. We have white siding and, for a time, loved (at least the idea of ) the classic red door. As time wore it down, it became more and more drab and less of a classic statement. John Petersik (of Young House Love) once noted in a post that the front door is the smile of the house; if that is true – there has been a veritable sprig of spinach in ours for quite some time. Additionally, when the homeowner of the home directly across the street decided to remodel, they chose white siding and (you guessed it) a red door. We were no long able to direct our friends and family to the “white house with the red door” as we no longer had the corner on the white house/red door market.

Enter hours of Pinteresting to search for door color inspiration. The colors that jumped out at me the most were emerald greens, happy yellows, and two different shades of blue: a slate blue and a creamy, aqua. The photo that sent me over the creamy aqua edge was this one:

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Source: Cottage and Vine

The door color pictured here is Benjamin Moore’s Stratton Blue. When I saw that swatch in person – I opted for a lighter color in the same palette: Wythe Blue.

Here’s how it all went down.

On Saturday morning, I got busy sanding. This poor old door has been through a lot. I didn’t bother to strip the layers and layers of old paint off – though some might have advised me to do so. I roughed up the surface with our belt sander and some 220 grit sandpaper.

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Next came two coat of primer. I originally purchased a quart of Benjamin Moore primer but ended up using it for another project. Adam picked up a can of Zinsser primer (we’ve used this brand in the past for some furniture painting projects). It took two coats of primer before I was confident that the new top coat would go on smoothly.

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The paint professional at Boise Paint and Glass suggested this particular paint for the door project and I really enjoyed using it – it smoothed on like a dream. I opted for two coats of color.

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No project goes unsupervised – Ives kept close watch while I applied both coats.

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While we were at it, we also decided to update the hardware, mailbox, and house numbers. They all looked 1.) weathered, and 2.) the nickel finish on the door handle was the odd man out – it was time to get all matchy matchy.

Whilst wandering down the spray paint aisle at Home Depot, I remembered a Young House Love tutorial on updating hardware (you can read it here) so, naturally, I just bought all the stuff they recommended.

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I sanded, deglossed, primed, and painted (two coats) our sad old handle.

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I let it dry for about two hours before reattaching it to the freshly painting door. I was skeptical about how well the application would go but I pleasantly surprised with the end result. Time will tell whether or not this is a long-lasting hardware improvement solution.

Without further ado, here is our happy new door.

Boise / ID / United States - 11/6/16

Boise / ID / United States - 11/6/16

I can’t help but take a deep breath each time I look at it. Ain’t nobody gonna steal your shine, Wythe Blue door.

-Layne

On Babies and The Grind

Since the beginning of March, I’ve been afforded the opportunity (thanks, my hardworking, super smart husband) to stay home with our babies. I worked through Ivy’s first year of life as a legal assistant to a very understanding, patient group of attorneys (understanding and patient in that me as a new parent was a sloppy, forgetful sight to see). When we found out tiny Leo was on the way (he was a very big surprise), we were desperate to find a way for me to quit my job and stay home with the kids. In January of this year, there was a big breakthrough with Adam’s job that allowed for our dream scenario.

Fast forward to today – there are two babies outside of my body and we are learning something new about each other every day. Ivy’s vocabulary is growing every day which is helpful because being a toddler is frustrating enough without being able to explain what you need/want (thankfully her vocabulary doesn’t include any of my choice frustration words though it’s only a matter of time). She’s starting to be the kind of independent that seems a little dangerous to me; I think she is too young to be running across the wobbly bridge at the playground – she thinks it is awesome.

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A good friend of mine refuses to have kids because she can’t reconcile the idea of letting her heart run around outside her body; this friend is wise. Turns out, watching these babies try out their wheels scares the begeezus out of me; a fierce anxiety that lingers long after they’re asleep. The equal and opposite response to their accomplishments, though, is a wildly satisfying sense of pride. They’re growing! They are learning! They are brave! Ivy currently has a bump on her head from one of her many outdoor adventures and, while it takes everything within me to not make that hideous gasp when I watch her trip and fall, it’s proof she is having fun. Some may suggest it’s proof that I’m an inattentive mother but that’s when I will point them to all the trendy anti-mom shaming memes that are floating around Internet (#shamersgonnashame, #shameonyoumomshamer).

Leo is just starting to crawl – he’s incredibly motivated by the cat and our phones. The way he growl-laughs at us when we pick him up leads me to believe he is also going to be pretty intense when he gets his feet under him. He’s sweet (even now he is smiling in his sleep) but I think his sweetness is a survival instinct he’s honing even now so that, when he begins the raise the inevitable hell he is genetically guaranteed to raise, we’ll keep him around.

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Adam’s awareness of the strife that accompanies mommin’ a toddler and a baby simultaneously throughout the week seems to lend a lot of tenderness to his approach towards me. He walks through the door after working all day with a posture that reads like he sort of feels guilty for having been at work – leaving me all alone with Ivyzilla and her little brother. We both attempt to validate each other with our listening and our words but I think it’s the way we’re ready for bed at 8:45 p.m. that reflects that we’ve both had a long day and that we’re both doing our part to make our world go around.

This grind is noisy and sticky and smelly. It is frustrating. It is hilarious. It fills up the camera roll on my phone with thousands of photos and videos. It makes me cry when I think how lucky we are in far too many ways to list.

-Layne