With all the excitement of the party and the recent additon of the shiny new front door, we’ve overlooked something. House numbers.
Yeah, we didn’t put new numbers up yet. No biggie, right? Wrong. Apparently, not every mail carrier in this tiny town knows us yet. I started to get suspicious over the last couple of days. Friday only brought a couple pieces of junk mail. Saturday nothing. Monday was a holiday, so I expected something on Tuesday. Nope. On Wednesday I got a couple pieces of “resident” junk mail. So, I figured maybe I’d better find those cool black metal craftsman-style numbers I bought three years ago when our Lowe’s was having their must-sell-everything-’cause-we’re-relocating-sale.
After much debate, we decided they should go in this spot above the mailbox, since there isn’t a good spot on the door anymore. We also briefly considered putting the house numbers on one of the porch pillars, but no one was really convinced it would look good.
So, above the mail box they will go. I just have to clean it first. The previous owners had a different mail box there, but it was too high for me to check the bottom. And I’m too afraid of bugs and spiders to go sticking my hand blindly down the mailbox in search of lost items.
As you may have guessed, nothing gets done very quickly around here, so I only got as far as locating the numbers and laying them out on the table on the porch. As it turns out, this was apparently good enough for today’s mailcarrier because when I got home Thursday the mail box was stuffed with what looked like a week’s worth of mail!



The hinges were a bit wide where they mount to the door frame, so Bill had to remove a strip of trim.
Check out all those giant nails they used to attach that tiny piece of finish trim!
But, Jack was able to blend the bare wood very nicely. I know what it looked like, but you have to look very closely, and know what you are looking for to see it now. Great job, Jack!
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Unfortunately, after Bill filled in the spaces, the door looked funny, with its splotches and patches. That’s where Jack works his magic.
Jack came last Wednesday to do all the touch-ups to the front door, including trying to disguise the patch job. It actually is less noticeable in person than in these photos. Jack did a pretty good job. I was debating the need for a back plate, but now I’m thinking that would just draw more attention to the problem area. I think we’ll just leave it as is for now.

