Miracle Doors

One of the difficulties in renovating an older house is finding doors and trim that both fit in the space needed and the look of the house.

We changed the bathroom around a little when we removed the plaster and lathe – leaving us with an odd size door opening and no door that would fit it.

My amazing dad found a slightly bigger door and made it fit.

But it had no hardware.

We just made do with a simple hook and eye latch – which worked great until we put the trim up. Then we realized that the eye part of the latch would have to be put right in the middle of my newly refinished trim.

No way.

So for a few months – we used a bleach bottle to hold the bathroom closed.

doorIt worked okay until we started opening windows – then the wind would blow the door open despite the bleach bottle. Rather embarrassing…

Now I started to worry.

I know that very soon we would be having a graduation open house here – followed in a few days by a large family reunion – followed in a few days by the visit of  several nieces and nephews.

We needed a permanent solution. So I started to pray for a door.  I needed a 28 inch solid wood door – vintage 1920’s – preferably pine – that had a door knob at exactly the right height.

It would take a miracle.

doorsSilly me – I have a God that specializes in miracles!

It only took 2 trips to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore before we found them – 2 pocket doors – 28 inches, pine, vintage 1920’s and since they are pocket doors – they have no hardware so we could buy new and put it where ever we wanted on the door.

I cried in the ReStore. 🙂

We bought them both.

doorA little bit of sanding – well – alright – a whole lot of sanding! 🙂 Some stain and a few coats of varnish and we have a perfect door!

The new – but old-looking doorknobs fit right in the decor – and – as an added bonus – even lock!

My dad installed it this weekend and my heart sings every time I heard the click of the door knob!

Bye-bye bleach bottle! 🙂

 

Happy Anniversary!

It’s been exactly one year.

It was just 12 months ago that we finally moved into our newly remodeled farmhouse after years of working on it.

And I do mean years.

It was eight years ago that we spotted this house for sale at an auction. My husband wasn’t interested – he was at the auction for the other stuff.

But I was in love.   It was the big beautiful farm house I had pictured in my dreams. Every side was unique. I cried when I walked through.

This was my house.

The house had to moved – so there weren’t many bidders. It was just my husband and a guy who wanted to tear it apart for the pieces.

It was the pine floors in the second story and the pine trim throughout the house that ultimately saved it.  There wasn’t enough oak to make it worth the junk guys time.

So we bought it.

Then we  moved it,  put it on a new foundation, gutted it, reroofed it, replaced the windows, replumbed, rewired, insulated, drywalled, painted and moved in.

Sounds simple doesn’t it?!

It wasn’t.

Each task took longer and cost more than we expected. Nothing was easy.

For years it seemed impossible, the forever project that would never be finished.  It took more patience than I imagined as entire years went by with little progress. But God is faithful, and my husband is amazing.

And as for our friends and family – they were a blessing! There was Mike and Kim who gave up their vacation, drove hundreds of miles and spent a week dry walling, then came back to help with refinishing the floors.

All through the house you can see my dad’s handiwork! My parents put in thousands of hours over the years helping. My father-in-law spent hours on his knees working on the floors and the stairs. My brother roughed in our electrical, and my brother-in-law handcrafted my one -of -a-kind kitchen cabinets.

And it all came together one year ago! My dreams became a reality and my “dream house” became our home.

I feel incredibly blessed.

Proverbs 13:12 “A hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life!”