Painting my doors for Valentine’s Day
As part of getting divorced, I had to leave my home that I had refurbished.
I found that shitty.
I loved it so much (the floorboards, the kitchen, the paint – all chosen with love) – and in the final days of living there – I felt like I was about to have my feet pulled out from under my legs (is that an expression?)
Predictably enough – I didn’t buy a fully furnished flat with heating – but a project – something where I had to rip it all out and build it all up.When I moved in – I mourned for 3 months. No wifi, sleeping on a sofa – perhaps a little over-dramatic. Probably my style!
Slowly…slowly….things started to get better….slowly!
I’ve been calling it Chateau d’If – like the prison in the Count of Monte Cristo. But now anything sad happens – I try and build something new.
Last night I was sad (perhaps partially pre-menstrual hormones I have now realised) – so I painted my door.
The best thing about designing your own flat – completely on your own – is that you can do whatever you want.
Aside from guarding against molestation (one builder stroked my cheek before I realised what he was doing)…I have met some great people (mainly men) – so community has supported me again. Especially an amazing Palestinian electrician and an Iranian plumber.
Has anybody else ever painted a door like this? or done therapeutic home painting?