The Ugly Door

 
So this is a story about an ugly door.  But moreover it is about how many people came in touch with this door and thought it would be ok to put on MY house.  Here are a few background photos of my asthetic.

You know, cottagey, flowery, trying as we all do to make the most of what we've got and where we live.

Tried to follow the architectural charm of the house when making any changes or additions.  Added a pretty summer stripey awning in blues because I thought it went great with the white house/black shutters.  In other words, I took a minute to think about these things!

 

And then came this horror.  We had been living with the original garage door since we moved in 7 years ago and even then it probably should have been replaced.  It was worn out and finally stopped working altogether.  We spent a few weeks with just a plastic sheet over it to protect from the rain.

So I left this project to my husband and he found a place and ordered a door.  He asked if I wanted windows as the old door had them and I said yes.  When I came home from shopping on installation day and saw this well, many choice words came out of my mouth. 

"How many "men" thought this looked ok?" 
"Who thought this asthetically matched my house?" 
"Don't you think it looks like the face of a robot?"
"There is no way this is staying like this!!!"

And so I have had to look at this for one week already and a new plain top panel is being ordered with some black carriage-house detail trim to be added to match the black shutters.  I don't know why this has thrown me into such a twist.  I am sure that all of the angst about graduation and Prom and 5th grade graduation and the anxiety I feel over all of that manifested itself in this horrible door.  So maybe it served some purpose after all ; )