I hate my front door. No, I am accurate, I HATE it. It is old, ugly, and literally shredding.
Everyone who sees me on a regular basis KNOWs my feelings about it.
Hubby however, says "we have bigger fish to fry" (translation: we are NOT buying a door, cuz we have to do this and this....blah, blah, blah....)
We went estate sale shopping yesterday. There was 9 in our general vicinity....but really, there wasn't much we needed or wanted.
We go to almost our last sale. Hubby and I always separate. He hits garage, I hit the kitchen. As I am heading out to the patio, I see my husband. He looks like he is having a spasm. He is trying to get my attention, but at 6'5" he isn't good at undercover. I go up to him and he whispers....go to the shed. WHAT? go to the shed....there is a door in there....shhhhh.
So I go to the shed and there it is. Ceekay's manna from Heaven! $80.00. I tell hubby, BUY IT!
He says, " I want it for less!" Me: Are you Nutz.....get the door, start the car!
He goes and asks the lady running the sale. Will you take $40.00 for the door? By now, I am having a spasm!
I won't go on with how we looked trying to get the door in our SUV. Or how many hours it took for my hubby to get it hung. My favorite line of his though was...I am going to push it your way, just catch (the 300 pound) door!
It still needs some tweaking....but I am in love!
I will tell you later about Marty's visit when my house was in total chaos. It always happens that way!