Philly thought I was nuts when I said I wanted either French doors or a slider off the back of our bedroom. Of course, Philly thinks I'm nuts most of the time.
We decided on a slider because it was more cost-effective (I think), and it would provide more stability than French doors (Philly thinks).
Je suis désolé, mes amis français!
Here it is before installation (those grids are inside the glass, BTW):
And here's Brent standing on Philly's back:
And if Philly were a turtle, I could say that he's got a turtle head pokin' out:
Now that we have it installed, he loves it! How could you not?
Just look at that view!
Oh wait. Wrong picture.
Look at that view!
There's just something about hearing Philly say, "I'm so glad I listened to you and we put in that slider and it looks incredible and you're a genius and I should never question anything you say ever again and you're the most beautiful woman on the planet..."
But I digress.
If we were going to build this house, we were going to do it right. And doing it right (according to Philly) is making this sucka TIGHT! From the 2x6 exterior walls to super-de-duper-high-efficiency windows.
My idea of doing it right is, "Let's make it pretty."
May I introduce the Pella 350 vinyl window.
There are some vinyl windows out there that blow chunks. Not these. Triple pane baby!
They're King-Kong Strong, as Philly would say.
This house is going to be so tight that mere breathing will suck all the oxygen out of the house and we'll suffocate, and the neighbors will find us being eaten by wild dogs.
Of course, if the dogs could get in, then I guess I won't worry so much about the suffocating part.
Here's the style we picked out:
Check it out..."Easy-wash, tilt-in sash feature"!! I really AM a princess!
Oh. Wait. Now I have to wash both sides.
Belay my last.
Okay, window pictures!
The whole front!
Some interior shots:
Finally, some doors. My current kitchen-to-deck door faces due south. Which means in the fall (especially) the sun comes in and fries us up like crispy bacon.
Since I don't like being porky, I decided to order my NEW kitchen-to-deck door with a cool shade inside the glass. How smart am I? I'm so smart that it didn't really occur to me that since our new door faces northwest, the sun will never even be aware of my new door, let alone seep in and fry me.
But the door is nice.
Finally, the front door. I wanted something that could loosely be described as Craftsman, but I didn't want the dentil shelf since ours isn't truly a Craftsman-style home. It will only have a few little touches.
Philly wanted the door and sidelight to have privacy glass. I'm not sure what he thinks we're going to be doing in the foyer, but I'm anxious to find out.
It's a Therma-Tru, and the glass we ended up choosing is called Rainwater or Rainglass or something like that.
But I'm definitely calling it Rain Man.
And he will be painted bright red. But probably not with Annie Sloan.