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.”
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?
If there’s such a thing as “house brain,” I have it. But I remembered to get a new foundation, at least.
So, while “REBUILD THE PORCH STEPS, DAMMIT” has been number one on my list of “BIG PROJECTS TO DO EVENTUALLY (LIKE IN TWO YEARS)” for a while, we quickly decided we couldn’t wait for that. There needed to be an intermediate, “MAKE PORCH STEPS LESS FUGLY, DAMMIT” on the list of “IMMEDIATE PROJECTS TO DO NOW BECAUSE YOU WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL.”
And I scraped me off some chips of cannonball black and white trim and headed to Sherwin-Williams (but I didn’t bother with the turquoise, because that shit is staying buried, where it belongs).
One weekend, three colors of paint, one tube of super strong exterior wood caulk, and one Super-perfectionist-SuperHubs later, we have stairs so perfect you ALMOST can’t tell the wall is crooked…
This could not have ended any better.
Except that two days later we celebrated our second wedding anniversary. And we’re more in love with each other and this house than ever. And now in two more days we leave on vacation to Boston to celebrate all the good things in life – like love and new babies and academic achievements and not-fugly porch steps – with some of our favorite people.
That actually DOES make it even better.