That is Our Life, Not Our Style

We're still messing with that evil front door. Well, perhaps the door is not evil, but the acts that shattered the window certainly were.

Anyway.

Doug took it apart. Wanna see? First, let's remember what it used to look like. White, with simulated oak trim.

Then we went for white trim and a cranberry red door.

After it is taken apart and the glass is removed, the front of the door shows a flange still in place. Fascinating: the steel door has a cutout for the flange, which holds the glass. The whole thing is held together by a top flange and the trim.

Here's the unbroken glass...thank heaven it was double-paned and only one side broke.

 And the front part of the flange.

Both together, with the shattered glass all around the base of the pieces.

And here it is back together.

It lacks a defined style without the leaded, separated glass. Doug says that only broken things are our style.  And I say, "That's our life, not our style!"

Doug does not want to purchase a new door since they are very expensive. I think we're going to end up buying a new door at some point, why not with our tax refund this year?

Ah, but Doug has decided to use that refund to finish the basement. I guess I can wait on the door, since the downstairs will become usable space. For some reason, I really just don't like using an unfinished basement. We do, but not often. So here's to another year with this door!