What do you think?
I don’t have a good photo of the original door, but it was boring and too narrow and wouldn’t stay shut. I’ve had this one for quite a while but since it was wider and taller, I knew changing the door would involve measuring and sawing. In a teeny tiny space. My friend Casey generously sent me instructions several months ago. I kept putting it off.
Saturday, I woke up and was ready to tackle the changeover. Maybe the crisp fall air helped?
First I had to pry off the old door and it didn’t come out without a fight. Let’s just say I’ve worked my arm muscles, whatever they’re called…biceps? Then I marked where the cuts needed to be, but sawing through particleboard isn’t easy! Every time I thought I had made the opening big enough, I discovered it wasn’t quite right. I sawed, I sanded, I sawed again. A long time and piles of sawdust later, the door finally fit. A few coats of paint and the new door is in.
I used a bead for the doorknob. I’m thinking of painting the porch floor in a diamond design: gray and white.
Shot in the late afternoon sun.
When I look inside the dollhouse, I am overwhelmed by all that needs to be done. But there’s no timetable except the one in my head. The fun is in the doing.
Why this photo of my legs and little Scout’s ear?
Flannel pajamas! Yes, I broke them out last night because it’s been downright nippy here and I refuse to use the heat this early in September.
As those of you who are longtime readers of this blog know, I am happiest when in my flannel pajamas. When not forced to don clothes and work for a living, I am fully capable of staying in them all day. In the winter, as soon as I get home from work, on they go.
Sigh.
Happy Sunday.
