The downward spiral started yesterday when Chris took both sets of keys to work, leaving me no way to get around. The funny thing is, I usually go nowhere, but yesterday I had a few errands to run, including picking up the paint for the front door. He quickly resolved to bring the keys home during lunch. While Greta napped, I prepped our front door. I pulled off the old door knocker that we weren't planning to use anymore and peeled off all the old hangers. Suddenly, it became very clear how messed up the front door really was. There was sticky stuff everywhere and dents and scratches and now holes to be filled. I went to work cleaning and sanding. After two hours of that, the door looked the same, except now some of the metal was showing due to sanding. I called Chris and told him the front door was in bad shape and we both agreed there's no use in spending money painting over a door in that condition. So we resolved to buy a new front door and why not upgrade while we're at it.
Last night, we went to Home Depot and picked out our new, dreamy door and paint--and a pizza. :) I got on some paint clothes, turned on The Bachelorette and got to painting.
I went with high gloss paint because I LOVE a super glossy front door. I had never used high gloss paint before, but I had painted a lot (have you read this blog?). Long story short: high gloss paint is temperamental. It takes many coats and requires lots of drying time in between coats. And now that I am four coats in, I may just sand it all down and start over because the first two coats--I was a rookie--and it shows. And don't even get me started on the new house numbers we picked up. Or maybe it is our drill that is giving me anxiety. Either way, the brick is still sans numbers. That stubborn brick. Grrr.
Sometimes projects don't go as perfectly as I plan them out in my head. Even I have bad days that make me want to cry hard (and I do) and lose all faith in my abilities and give up on a project. This morning I woke up in a defeated state. I was on the right side of the bed in the wrong frame of mind. Chris picked up on my sad self right away which made me blubber first thing in the morning. He decided to take the day off from work and just be with me and help me out and play with Greta. We have been having a great day filled with shopping trips, kiddie pools, and a bbq planned for tonight--oh yeah, and plenty of high gloss paint.