“Today is a perfect day for opening a new door!”
Behind our house is a shed that used to be a shed. With a bit of imagination, love, and skill, it became my art studio, or as I say, the place where I go to play. Because the structure is over a hundred years old and was never meant to be anything more than a shed, it had a non-traditional opening for a door.
The door, that the original workman put on the building during the remodel, did not hold up to winter. It eventually began to peel. We visited a local building supply company to price a custom built door. The visit put us in shock. To custom build a door would cost one arm, one leg, and our firstborn. That was not going to happen.
Recently, however, I was put in contact with a team of painters/craftsmen/artists who refinished floors in four of our rooms. The floors, which were over 100-years-old, and had been languishing under carpeting, were restored.
This genius of a team, Mike and Mitch, are now my heroes. They also moved on and did the remodel of our kitchen. But there’s more.
I took Mike to look at the door that I was desperate to replace. He casually said that he had some pieces of wood and could build a door for my studio. He said he liked doing projects like that.
Old door and new door.
The new door is up against one of the walls inside the studio. Mike is on vacation right now. When he gets back, after the holidays, he’s going to put a finish on the door and hang it in place.
I am stunned into silence, which doesn’t happen very often, by the good things, aka blessings, brought by the people who come into my life. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Enough said.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.