A while back, you may remember, we bought ourselves a new front door.

You don’t remember that?  Yes, well, it was some time ago, we admit, but it did happen.  And since we bought it, that door has held a special place of honor in our dining room.  Oh, yes, we admired it all winter long.  Cherie would occasionally stroke it and talk to it about how pretty it was and Michael would tell it stories about how some day it would grow up to be a real door, but that’s about it.  But no more!  Last week Michael had a few days in-between jobs and decided to devote himself to some long-delayed house projects.  And high on the list was the door.

First, he ripped out the old door.

ripped apart

This is one of those projects Cherie was really glad she missed.

Next he extended the door jamb.  Remember that the door was such a deal because it was an exterior door for a 2X4 wall, not a 2X6.  In order to make it fit our wall, the frame needed to be extended those extra 2 inches.

door jamb extension

The white part is the extension, the unpainted wood is the original frame.

Then it was merely a case of installing the frame and hanging the door.  Here’s the finished product on the inside.  On the left you will see the sad, dejected white fiberglass door that was removed.

doneinside

On the table you will see a sad, dejected Annabel shoe.  We don’t ask anymore.

And–bada bing, bada boom–this was the view Cherie had on her return from work: a pretty new wooden door that’s much more suited to the house.

doneoutside

It goes without saying that this is how Cherie prefers all housework to be completed, right?  While she is off somewhere else entirely?  Right.

We’d call that a pretty successful day of door swapping.