My junior high years were spent at El Portal Junior High in Escalon, CA. I always thought that was a weird name for a school, but I thought of it when I was thinking of a creative title to this post. El portal, loosely translated from Spanish to English means the entrance . . . . we have a new front door.
The old one was in pretty bad shape. We could feel the wind blow in the house on a stormy day and it was in dire need of a new paint job. Rather than investing the time, money, and energy in trying to make the front door solid and presentable, we invested in a new one.
This is the old door from the outside. The previous owners had spray painted it green. The picture doesn't show, but the threshold has drops of green paint all over it. We tried to clean the paint off the threshold with no luck. Ironically, the paint was easily coming right off the door.
The following picture is the door on the inside. Nothing special, but it was really annoying when people were at the door and I didn't want to answer--they could see me staring at them, wishing they would leave . . . awkward.
Below is the new door on the inside. I love that it matches our furniture and kitchen cabinets. It really adds to the look of the inside of the house, and you can't really see through the glass unless you stick your face right up to it (which, unfortunately, some people do).
This is the new door on the outside. Much better!
I didn't realize how much nicer the house as a whole would look with a new front door. Now I'm just waiting for the green grass and flowers to come back.
The old one was in pretty bad shape. We could feel the wind blow in the house on a stormy day and it was in dire need of a new paint job. Rather than investing the time, money, and energy in trying to make the front door solid and presentable, we invested in a new one.
This is the old door from the outside. The previous owners had spray painted it green. The picture doesn't show, but the threshold has drops of green paint all over it. We tried to clean the paint off the threshold with no luck. Ironically, the paint was easily coming right off the door.
The following picture is the door on the inside. Nothing special, but it was really annoying when people were at the door and I didn't want to answer--they could see me staring at them, wishing they would leave . . . awkward.Below is the new door on the inside. I love that it matches our furniture and kitchen cabinets. It really adds to the look of the inside of the house, and you can't really see through the glass unless you stick your face right up to it (which, unfortunately, some people do).
This is the new door on the outside. Much better!I didn't realize how much nicer the house as a whole would look with a new front door. Now I'm just waiting for the green grass and flowers to come back.
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