So, after celebrating our house-closeiversary, Trent and I stood on the sidewalk with our arms around each other and gazed at our beautiful old house, with its unique early Craftsman angles, shrouded in six different colors of blooming roses, and said…
“Damn. Our porch steps look like shit.”
The porch steps. Note the nice turquoise reveal, and the leaning wall, which I’m pretty sure is a late add-on and isn’t even attached to the house. Because that’s how our previous owners ROLLED!
EFF! I mean, how could we possibly have spent one full year on project after project after project and failed to notice that the very first thing people see on approach to our front door is a flight of six partially-cannonball black, partially-TURQUOISE BLUE steps, tucked between LEANING WALLS, one of which supports a rusty mailbox and a RAW WOOD railing?