Here it is, with a fall wreath, which managed to work its way off-center as though it were wishing it could quietly slip away and disassociate itself from the situation.
|The door was beginning to show its age.|
But first I had to wait until the house was ours. (For whatever reason, society and our legal system frown upon attempts to improve property that doesn't belong to you.)
Then I had to find a day when it wasn't blistering hot, because painting the front door involves leaving the door open for a while and the thermostat is in the foyer. That would have meant sweating out everyone to turn off the air conditioning for a couple hours, or be a wanton spendthrift and leave the door open and a/c units running non-stop. Neither of those sounded like attractive options.
Plus, I wanted to make sure Luci-the-cat wasn't in "escape mode." (She goes through spells, which probably correlate to the moon phases, where she will persist in attempting to flit through any open door. Once she's out, she either freezes like a deer in headlights, or goes a little spazzy - either way, we can usually catch her and bring her back inside. But that won't necessarily stop her from making another break the next day, and the next...until her mood changes back to being content with the life of a fat and lazy housecat.)
Finally I had a few weekend hours to spare after fall break, when the weather was mellow and so was Luci. (Random thought: can a door project have a "WINDOW of opportunity?" Hmmmm.) Anyway, I had a guy in the paint area of Home Depot brew up a quart of French Roast. Really - that's what the color is called. With a little prepping and cleaning, the door went from that to this in about two hours on a mild Sunday afternoon:
|Do you see a door hanger? Nope, me either.|
Basically this plus this:
Looks like this on the inside:
and this to the rest of the world:
I'm using 20-pound test line, but I will probably ramp it up a bit when I hang the next wreath, especially if the next wreath is heavier than this one.