I have been obsessing about front doors, of late.
The front door here at Brandywine has not been repainted in the nine years we have lived here, so it is overdue. The door had been painted white, once upon a time, and is now cracking and peeling and it is mostly a pale gray where the dust and dirt has settled. The Mr. Clean Magic Eraser is indeed magic, but sometimes magic only goes so far.
As I take my walkabouts, I am looking for front doors that catch my eye.
...And then I noticed it.
On the two streets parallel to Brandywine (which is on a perpendicular road), about a third of the houses have blue front doors. Like an epidemic that spreads through Europe, these doors are on a quest to take over the neighborhood.
I went to college in a town that had a large Amish population, and the door to our dormitory was blue. (Our school colors were blue and white, but I don't think that had anything to do with it, because other dorms had other color doors.) One time I asked a maintenance guy why the door was blue, and he told me that the Amish painted their front doors blue if they had a daughter of marriageable age, and so we were a building FULL of young women just waiting to get that MRS degree, and so blue seemed appropriate.
I thought this was an interesting tidbit, and decided to take a walk out to the Amish countryside and look at houses to see what kind of blue they had on their doors.
The answer was: their doors weren't any blue at all. Their houses were white with black or white doors...no color.
(When I saw the maintenance guy later on, I told him that I had walked about five miles looking at Amish houses, and there were no blue doors. He said that the doors on the dorms were bright colors so that drunk girls could find them in the dark. I imagine the truth lies somewhere in between.)
While I love these pretty blue doors, I won't use this color for Brandywine. First of all, I'm married. Secondly, I am too old to be partying with the frat boys.
My initiation into the Amish community will just have to wait.