The Red Door

So, I am a taskmaster. I love lists. I love checking things off lists. I feel accomplished and empowered as things are crossed off on my list. I know, I know...but you all have a little bit of a thrill crossing off the item on a to-do, c'mon confess, just little boost. I knew it.

So, this past weekend, I was hell bent on painting our front door the perfect shade of Red. Not too orange, not too dark. Perfect shade. Apparently, it is very auspicious to have a red door. Also, the Inventor is English and I love the red and blue front doors in the UK. I get up early to prime and paint the door. Believe me, you need to start early because the paint stays tacky forever and you want to be able to lock your front door on Monday morning. Do not believe the paint can...4 hours my foot, more like 4 days...

Primer went on easy as pie; the perfect shade of Red was not going to be so cooperative. There were roller marks (which drives me bonkers), so I switch rollers, still roller marks, so I try another coat but with a lighter touch, still roller marks (that is 3 coats if you are counting), try a new can of paint, maybe it is the paint, can't be me...So, we lightly sand, and apply two coats of the new can of paint and STILL ROLLER MARKS. I was beside myself with bitchiness. I had put my heart, soul and whole weekend into the painting of this door. I was disappointed and felt oh so cheated. I was robbed! I was horrible to the Inventor. Sorry :(

I was in no way, shape or form living in Santosha. I was sooo anti-Santosha....

At this point, I started rationalizing. "It looks great from a distance and who is going to get close enough to see the marks?”, so I said enough is enough, let it go. I was being quite good about letting it go...the door went up, new hardware and locked Monday morning. Driving out Monday, I thought to myself, that red door looks odd with our house. But I dare not say anything because of the hassles all weekend. Tuesday I ask the Inventor, what he thought of the red door. He says, "I want to see in the day light, it was dark when I came home". I am all perplexed (bit offended too...but I have no right because I was thinking the same thing) and say, "What do you mean by that? Do you not like the red door?” So, a bit of the same thing back and forth and we both realized we did not like it...

We are currently looking at shades of brown, the original color by the way...

Namaste