After painting large walls and moving large boxes, there is something appealing to me about tuning in to all the details of this marvelous mansion. I feel a bit like a child on an Easter egg hunt turning over leaves and peeking behind bushes, wondering what pretty design will show up next.
I can hardly stand to walk by the paint and rust covered doorknobs, hinges, and window pulls. I know how beautiful they could be, if they were given a little care. So yesterday I found a couple hours and got to work. Here is what I unearthed:
You really don't want to hear about the cockroach skeletons hiding behind these doorknob plates, so I won't tell you about them. And what happened to the doorknob? I haven't a clue. But it doesn't really matter because a house, much like a life, is what you make of it.