So I bought a door. A chippy, vintage, delicious glass door that I could take the paint off and hang in my laundry room, the finishing touch to my hard-working space’s makeover.
Easy enough, right?
Weeellll, you know how people always tell horror stories about stripping old furniture? Of course they must be just over-exaggerating. It can’t be that bad.
Only they were all right. I’m always saying my oldest son is one who can’t be told how to do something- he has to learn firsthand from his mistakes. Turns out I know where he gets it.
And so I did it anyways. I bought this old beauty in the middle of the worst winter we’ve had in 20 years. I had to wait several weeks after talking to the seller for the snow to melt enough that she could actually get into the storage to take a look. So of course after all of that waiting and getting my hopes up, I couldn’t say no when I noticed it wasn’t in quite as good of condition as I had thought. 😬
So I took my not-so-perfect door home and started stripping. Layers and layers of I’m sure lead based paint that did not give up easily.
This went on for months.
When I finally got through all of the layers, I was disappointed to realize my dreams of a beautiful stained and restored vintage door were dashed by a large crack in one of the panels, deep dog scratches, and a previous repair along the handle side. Now I’m fully aware that I bought a very old door, and some would argue that these imperfections add to the character and charm, but I’m coming to realize that is just a little too much character and charm for my style.
After stewing on it for another month or so, I decided that this door and I could live happily if it were cleaned up a bit, which meant that after I had stripped off years and years of paint- the door needed to be painted. I used the same color as the inside of my front door- BM Wrought Iron, and a little Vaseline first to resist some of the paint, and then gave it a pretty heavy distress.
And now I’m loving it.
It’s gorgeous and still full of character. I love the contrast with the white shiplap. And in this tiny hall that has many doors- the dark contrast helps break it up.
I’ve got my hubby’s great-grandmothers glass knob that I tracked down at a Re-Store after her house was torn down and the land developed. I love that we have a piece of her here. And I love even more that this door is out of my garage 😉.
*UPDATE* I ordered a vinyl decal and it’s the perfect finishing touch!! I love it even more now!