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My Bedroom Door

One of the things I noticed that first time I walked into this house was that one of the panels was missing from the six panel door on the master bedroom.  What the heck, right?  I guess I am not quick to move on some things... it actually took ten years to replace the darn thing..   Don't worry, lol, I didn't leave the gaping hole open... I covered it with cardboard (insert rolling eyes emoji here) and... I never did photograph it, at least, not consciously...

That door saw it all; the comings & goings... the busyness and the boredom... the joy and the sorrow.  It was there for the get togethers, the conversation & laughter ... it hung around for the hum-drum times, too.  It silently celebrated the exhilarating victories and the disappointments of defeat.  It got pushed, slammed, dinged, banged... without complaint, but the time had come to let it go.  It had served it's time, done it's job and deserved to retire.
A few weeks after it's replacement, I was outside in the yard and I saw it there - all of it... on the wood pile! - slaughtered into bite size pieces!! - waiting to be tossed into the fire pit!!!... and I got the sense that after all that growing, reaching, striving and wishing it had been privy to over the years, well, it still needed to be...

The piece of door I grabbed off the pile happened to be the one with the knob hole - and the original hardware had been kept, so I used that.  I've always loved turquoise, so I gave it a little scrub down and stained it.  I also happen to be a jewelry fanatic so I dug through my jewelry boxes and found a bunch of pieces to tear apart and repurpose... there you go!  1


Home is a place where I can just be myself.
In his novel, The Journey Home, Irish author Dermot Bolger wrote:
"Home was not the place where you were born but the place you created for yourself,
where you did not need to explain,
where you finally became what you were."

Ciao for now.. 
S.































It's actually not supposed to be hard... it's meant to be easy, this is something I have learned since then.

Irish writer Dermot Bolger said it superbly; "Home is not the place where you were born, but the place you created for yourself, where you did not need to explain, where you finally became what you were"

This piece is called My Bedroom Door.
It features the original hardware amongst other jewels.
$295.

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