This fall marks four years of living in our house on 14th. And in the last year, we’ve been doing some major outside changes. The next project up was putting in a new front door storm door. The old one didn’t lock or, really, latch, for that matter, and I was always afraid that some little person would just wander out of it. Yikes.
So a new one was definitely needed. I love fall break for the amount of things I can check off the ever-growing home improvement list. Chris dislikes fall break for the exact same reason. But he did inform me today that he’ll be sorry when I go back to work because he is spoiled when I’m home. So all the projects must not have been that bad. And I just wanted to get that written down somewhere so I could use it against him later. That’s just the kind of relationship we have. Precious.
Here’s the old front door (this picture was taken months ago, so our house doesn’t look like this currently).
Chris didn’t think he’d be able to do the door switcharoo by himself (and I wasn’t going to be too helpful with two little girls by my side), so his friend, Andrew, came over to help.
Since I was busy inside and couldn’t stay outside to
boss around supervise the project, I sent my assistant, Harper K., outside to report anything suspicious or if anyone took unauthorized breaks.
How tough does she look?
Fun facts about the old door:
is was Bronco.
-It came from Central Hardware (these no longer exist, but I used to go there all the time with my dad when I was younger. Similar to a Lowes only much more warehouse-like.)
-It only cost $79.99 when the previous owners installed it. I wish the new door only cost $79.99.
And the new door:
I love it. I didn’t know I could love a storm door this much, but I do. And I would like to make a joke about how lame that last sentence is, but I can’t. Because it’s true. I guess these are the things you love when you’re in your thirties.