Project: procrastination

I started a new project. One I was determined to finish in a few hours. I had all of the supplies ready. You see, we’re replacing our front doors. They’re ugly — but that’s not why they have to go. They’re dark and no light brightens my entrance — that’s not the reason, either.

These doors do not fit properly in their frame. They are old, slightly warped and you can see sunlight pouring in underneath (and yes, we’ve tried weather strips and insulation products). As you can imagine, sunlight is not the only element pouring in — especially in the dead of winter.

I’d love custom wood doors with wrought iron trim yadda yadda yadda, but I cannot afford such a grand entrance. In fact, doors with a custom color — I wanted black — are also very pricey.

Being the spray paint queen, I determined to create my own doors. I found double French doors on sale at Home Depot. They let in loads of light. The are air tight. They are WHITE.

But don’t faint. I love spray paint. Soon, they will be quite quaint. 

OR SO I THOUGHT.

Bye bye grids. I promptly removed the grids from the back side of the doors, taped off the windows and set to work. I blackened the grids first, then set to work on the doors. A magical transformation in minutes. Easy.

With the help of muscle man, I turned the doors over. So good so far, right? Right?

Wrong. See the grids on this side? They’re attached to the glass. They are also caulked tightly into place. I cannot remove them. I must … sloooowwwlly … paaaainfully … tape all 30 panes of glass because I do not want white grids. I want black grids.

Apparently they don’t make those blue tape corners any more. The folks at Home Depot and Lowe’s told me they’d never heard of such a thing.

BUT I HAVE.

I’VE SEEN COMMERCIALS.

Where are the blue painter’s tape corners? I need them desperately!

Anyway, the project that was to take mere hours has now been dragging on for a week and a half. This afternoon, I finally determined to GETTER DONE. And then I discovered that the dogs chewed up my roll of painter’s tape.

And the procrastination continues.