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It seems like every list of tips associated with selling your house demands that you paint your front door.  And when your front door is a 1970’s, white, plastic-medalioned, six-layers-of-paint-peeling-down-to-the-steel DISASTER, you should probably follow that advice.

Yeaahhhh… That’s is indeed the “after.”

I wish I had a really good picture of what it looked like before, so you can see what an enormous improvement it is.  This is in no way perfection, but I’ll be damned if I drop another $500 into a house we are selling.  I know, everyone does RED.  With a front door as atrocious as this one, I didn’t want to draw too much unnecessary attention to it.  If we went red, I’m betting it would have looked something like this:

Not QUITE the look I was going for, though she is totally rockin’ it. via advancedstyle.blogspot.com

So I chose grey.  “Seal” by Martha Stewart to be exact.  With a house as yellow as ours, I’m not really sure what would have been a better option.  This, by the way, was supposed to take my mom, grandmother and I an afternoon.  They ended up staying an extra day because it ended up being such a pain in the ass.

First, we pried these bad boys off with a putty knife.  I know, I mourned the loss of them, too.

Which left huge, gaping holes.  Nice.

So we sanded, filled them with “steel door filler” and sanded again.  Then filled them again.  And sanded.  AGAIN.

This was the point where I started to panic.  We opened up the can of paint, and I started to think I made a huge mistake going this dark.  It was like every episode of Trading Spaces EVER.  Open the paint can… And gasp.

But, we got THREE coats on, and I felt a little better.  Then I broke the door handle; successfully locking myself in the house and my mom out of the house.  This led to one of my legendary panic/temper tantrums.  But, as always, Mom saved the day. I’m thinking about loaning her out to crime rings to pick locks.  Email me if you are interested.

In the end, I just have to keep reminding myself that this is a VAST improvement over what it was before.  We interviewed our first real estate agent, and I swear she flinched a little when I told her that we had just repainted it.  Whatever.  We are making the best with what we have.

Case (or door) closed.