When my mother-in-law visited for Christmas she said it was pretty and that it really opened up my face. Which:
This is how I look in the mornings pre-coffee.
All that is just to awkwardly lead up to the idea of letting the front door open up your house. Or, at least, that's what I've interpreted the design blogs as saying. And I wanted to put up a picture of a Predator.
The front door to our Old House Back in Texas was a traditional mahogony-stained door with a pretty glass insert. I picked it out when we built and at the time it was one of the only non-painted door in the 'hood. Then I noticed other stained doors cropping up. Dude, I started that trend. I am so cool.
Well, maybe not. It was actually a pretty standard door.
Now that we've moved to the Pacific Northwest and got over the inevitable culture shock I realized that you need color here in order to survive. The sun? She hides. A lot. And the resulting soggy, grey skies and the soggy, grey roads and the soggy, mossy ground can be one soggy downer.
I've been taking note of interesting houses (something Seattle has in abundance) both on our long drives and online, making mental lists of what I want the next house to look like and how we should decorate it. I've noticed people's front doors can get lost in the pervading gloom. Good when you have unwanted visitors — disastrous when you've ordered a pizza and the guy can't find you. Their faces needed opening up.
I've just started organizing my saved links onto Pinterest (such a cool site) and I started with the front door (I'll probably need twenty for the dream kitchen). This is just for starters. I'm sure I'll have another two pages filled in a few months.
I didn't realize I was so drawn to yellow. Maybe it's the lack of winter sunshine that's catching up to me.