Most discussions about home projects with my husband are remarkably similar. He tells me what I shouldn’t/can’t do and I put my hands over my ears and say "la, la, la…la, la,la". I think the "discussion" about our front door may have set a record…the project took 6 years to complete. When we moved in, an aluminum storm door (with a decorative swan…yes, a swan) covered the front door…totally and completely out of place on our Tudor house. I won’t bore you with the details but, as you can see, I finally made the door my own. I wanted the door to be painted. Not just any color…but a nice pretty orange…with a dark, dark green frame around it.
…and just one more sliver of orange to share with you. Today, I am officially the mom of a teenager. We took a lot of teasing about naming him Jack (there weren’t very many Jacks back then…I had to constantly repeat that he was Jack not Jake) but the guys I worked with were very supportive and told me that with a name like "Jack Thompson" he would grow up to be a baseball player. They might have been right…that’s Jack with the MVP ball from the all-star game this summer. Happy Birthday Jack!