05/05/2021
No Robin hasn’t finally lost it. You’re quite right, this is a photo of a front door. The front door to my Victorian house. with lots of history that’s been ‘hanging around’ since 18-something.
I’m showing you my process of renovating my front door because for me, it represents commitment. I’ve not been particularly great at this in past relationships but I’ve been committed to bringing my door back to life. It’s a start right?
I started by stripping the old paint off and sanded it down to the original wood. Then I filled all the holes and unsightly knotty bits and sanded it again. It felt good bringing it back to basics to reveal a clean canvas. I did this process a few times, to make sure the surface was as flat and smooth as could be before painting, without it being perfect. I don’t believe in perfection.
Then I removed the brass fittings and bought a new letterbox. I undercoated it, lightly sanded it down again, washed it, dried it, undercoated it again and painted it vintage black, twice, before polishing and replacing the original brass fittings.
I did a lot of thinking during the hours I spent diligently filling in the cracks (not avoiding them) and pondered my career, my relationships and my future. I concluded, ‘what’s the point of just painting the door if the brass isn’t polished?‘ ‘What’s the point in making it look nice if I don’t put a draught excluder at the bottom to keep the cold out?’
In some way, committing to my front door was similar to committing to complete the running app. I know it would be time consuming and painful at times, but it has put a huge smile on my face.
I’m feeling a lot more committed to being….committed and don’t want to submit to fear again. Personal relationships require total commitment from both sides and even though I’m older and a bit weathered (just like my door) it doesn’t mean to say I can’t stand tall once again after a bit of self-renovation to face the world, post-lockdown
@ Timperley