The Door


When my time is limited, I find short, little projects I can do to pretty up my kitchen.  The door is a steel door that needed a good cleaning.  Plus the window trim needed to be painted.  I believe this is still just the primer base from when the previous owners installed the door.


I had exterior white paint still on hand from this spring's projects, so a bit of that and a good scrubbing on the door, and it is so much better.  It really is amazing how little things like this make such a big difference.

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