I’m sure it’s difficult for all of you to imagine that growing up I was a bit of a head-strong, uh, obstinate, kid. Conversations about my childhood usually include some variation on this theme:
Me: God, I was such a little shit.
Mom: Oh no honey, you were just asserting your personality.
Mothers. You gotta love ’em.
Well, this weekend I was working on the back deck, which meant hours upon hours of staring at this door…
Which I hate. I hate the hunter green. I hate the fancy glass. I hate the oval, which, by the way, is my least favorite geometric shape. Why? I don’t know, but it is. I hate that the first impression I have of walking into the Liberty House every day is of a door that I hate.
It’s possible I was having an obstinate moment.
The reason I haven’t done anything about the door for the last three months is because I’m planning to replace it. This is a purely aesthetic replacement, since the door works fine, and unfortunately it would mean tearing off the trim (which I also have less than favorable feelings toward) and if I’m going to replace the trim I have to replace the siding on that part of the house because it has a few gaping holes in it. You can see how these things escalate.
So instead of creating a ton of work for myself just because I have an inexplicable aversion to ovals (when I have a very long list of have-to-have’s for the house that need to be done first) I decided the best course of action would be to continue making frowny faces at the door every time I walked through it for the foreseeable future. This might have gone on indefinitely and cost me a lot of money for botox if it wasn’t for a comment from Michelle on this post last week. She so eloquently referred to the work I had to do to fix up the deck that I should have been tearing down instead as “polishing a turd.” And then I laughed so hard that I fell out of my chair and died.
You know why? Well, one, my sense of humor is equivalent to that of a 12 year old boy, but also? That is exactly what I’m doing. And it kind of drives me nuts because it feels inefficient, but you know what? I just decided to embrace it. I’m embracing polishing the turd.
I can’t imagine how proud my parents are to hear that.
So, where normally I wouldn’t waste time or money on a part of the house I intend to eventually tear down or replace, this new mindset freed me up to do something crazy.
Instead of throwing a temper tantrum a la the five year old version of myself, I decided to assert my personality another way…
Yep. In between deck projects I totally painted the back door in a pair of cutoff sweatpants and a sports bra (which happened to be almost the exact color I picked for the door). So I can imagine that my neighbors are thrilled that girl who moved in across the street randomly paints things on her house to match her underwear.
It’s clear I’m walking a thin line between hillbilly and crazy, but seriously? I freaking love this door. I mean, right down to the make-me-gag gold accents, which now all of the sudden seem to perfectly compliment the awesomeness of that green.
It’s Valspar’s Shadow Valley, by the way.
All of the swatches on the door were just variations of this color tinted with some white paint I had laying around, but in the end I liked the full-on green the best.
The great thing about a project like this is that there was no possible way to screw it up. There was no way I could like the door any less, and since I was planning to replace it anyway there was no reason to stress over the color. I was actually buying stain for the deck when I turned around and that swatch caught my eye. It was love at first sight, and while it’s not a traditional door color I think it’s fair to say that it matches my personality perfectly.
So I really would love something with more squares eventually, but I’m actually thinking I’ll be happy to have that back door stay awhile now. Imagine that.
If you were going to assert your personality via paint, what color would it be?