Nope, this post is not about a terrible joke, but about my love of front doors. Having lived in city apartments for the last five years, I’ve never had my own front door, but I dream all the time how I’d like it to look.
I actually think that front doors say a lot about who you are, and what to expect on the inside of your home. Don’t they add a ton of personality to a building??
I am LOVING the roughed up rustic doors with old bronze pulls, crooked slats, dings, cracks and character, but I also love a good colorful door. It says, “this home is happy… come on in”! (how fabulous is the pink door above??)
I love the yellow against the grey brick – it doesn’t need a lot of additional decor around it since it makes such a strong statement.
How awesome is this bubblegum pink door – with the white walls, and modern cacti, I picture the owners living their lives in the poolside cabana, cool cocktails in hand.
This red door brightens up a dark stone stairway… it looks damp and cold, but I imagine a warm cozy living room with a steaming cup of tea waiting in there…
Look at that iron scroll work on both of these – the doors on the left say “french bourgeois”, while the doors on the right say “hot Havana nights”, but both scream “fabulous.”
A simple red door on a dark farmhouse – the lack of detail here is what makes the most impact. My favorite part? The old iron pull on the door.
I could go on and on forever… will someone make a coffee table book of JUST doorways??