( What hasn't happened yet is my new, charming fifteen window door that I was going to share with all of you, as it was scheduled to be installed in my kitchen early Sunday morning.)
You see, there is a door between my kitchen and my laundry room, similarly to the layout of my old kitchen in the biggest little city, (Remember, it here and here?) and I want to do the same thing I did there, which is to replace the old, flat boring door, with a pretty windowed door. This lets in much more light (The laundry room has a window, and a window on the door going outside) and will give my kitchen a warm, inviting look as you look in from the dining and living room area.
I ordered my door, and it has been standing in the garage, patiently waiting for me to get time to install it. I was just sure, after learning to frame windows, that my daughter and I could do this ourselves, but after watching a Youtube on the subject, my daughter-turned-handyman...er...woman, vetoed it entirely last Friday.
On to Plan B, where we find a door installer guy on Craigslist. We found one,and he was available on Sunday. Oh! How exciting! My door was going to be a reality, and once that was installed, we would finish the flooring going into the laundry room. Cuteness in my kitchen was only a day away.
Sunday arrived, and so did the door dude. He was friendly, and was chattering on as he came through my front door about how charming everything looked. I thanked him and showed him the door area to be replaced. Out to the garage we strolled, and he removed the cardboard cover off of my new door.
He then informed me that I had ordered the wrong depth door jam.
(I think this is known as Murphy's law.)
Apparently when measuring the door jam, you do not include the outside molding...or trim..or whatever you like to call that.
Shut the door.
(Well, in this case, that won't be happening just yet.)
Back to Home Depot in my little blue truck to return the door with the deep door frame, and begin again. The new door will be here somewhere between one and eight weeks, give or take, (insert Murphy's law in here once again, most likely.) and my door guy will come back out to take a second crack at changing my world with a charming new door with fifteen sweet little windows, and we will take another stab at completing this project.
In the meantime, I will decide on exactly which color I am painting the kitchen walls, and get that fun little project started.