In The Sunny Spot

My husband jokes that one of my hobbies is to paint front doors.

He has a point.

 

When we lived at the parsonage, the front door was 4 different colors. I think, however, that, since it is the "gateway" to our homes, our front doors should make a statement - exude some kind of feeling. Hopefully, the sense one has as they enter our abode is of welcome and anticipation. I mean, you all know what I'm talking about. A beautiful front door can make our hearts ooh and ahh! A beautiful front door is really a pleasure. It is like the crowning jewel on the exterior of our homes.

Last year, I painted the door "Nantucket Fog" (Benjamin Moore) to do something - anything -  with the outside of the house while we were trying to pick the official house colors and do something with the landscape.

     Admittedly, a much simpler way of changing the front door is by hanging something on it. Oh, I bet that most of you are nodding your heads (at least in spirit) in agreement. Changing what is on our front door can be, also, a sort of celebration of the changing of the seasons. I am stating the obvious, though.

     Above, is the wreath that I've had on my front door for almost 9 months. I have had the slight trouble that, most of my wreaths don't fit between the storm door and the door proper. It's been frustrating. 3 months ago, I saw a very pretty wreath made out of solid white fabric roses at that french store, Target. (For those of you across the Atlantic, it's not really french. It's an American, middle priced department store that is very popular at the moment. Tres Chic!) The price for the wreath, however, was one that made me scowl and think, "I can easily make that for, at least, half that price." I put it on my list of things to do and, finally, got to it, yesterday. Happily for me, my discount department store had this one already made for a quarter of the price. Perfecto!

It just needed a little "something"....

    The change of wreath has come in time for the Memorial Day weekend which was May 30th. Although, some of the celebrations for Memorial Day are quite serious, that weekend, also, marks the unofficial start of summer. There is another reason that the 30th of may is celebratory (besides being the day that I arrived in Vermont from California,  17 years ago). Two years ago, on May 30th we closed on (bought) our home. What a day! It was like a beautiful dream that I will never ever forget!

Well, we celebrated these wonderful milestones by toasting marshmallows and lighting sparklers.

We fired up our pagan altar on which we offer burnt marshmallow offerings to the god of summer fun.

This called for a mosaic!

(This is the first one that I have ever created!)

The door is open!

Summer - come on in!

Love to you all,

Katy Noelle

P.S. Just in case your worried about our "pagan altar", my husband is very interested in archaeology and has, indeed, worked on some "digs" in the Middle East. We just kind of think this way, sometimes.

My camera really, truly is gasping it's last breaths. I was amazed at this last photo. I have to cajole every picture out of it and, then, I'm not really sure what I've got.

I am linking to "Mosaic Monday" at The Little Red House. This is a lovely blog! Mary has, also, provided a tutorial, on her sidebar, about how to make a mosaic. Thank you, Mary!!!