shut the front door!

You know how they say a dog and his/her owner sometimes look alike?

 

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And, of course, my favorite pair:

It occurred to me that as much as we were designing a completely different house...they kinda look alike.

Doppelhauser?

The old house is a split. The new house is a ranch.  But similar nonetheless.

They're certainly not I-Dentical...

Come to think of it, when you compare the actual houses (as opposed to our current house vs. the computer rendering), they don't look all that similar.  Yet.

I agonized over the perfect shade of red for the front door.  (I pointed out a red I liked to the paint guy and he said it was a good one.)
So I went with Benjamin Moore Heritage Red. 

{I always laugh when people abbreviate Benjamin Moore as "BM."  It just makes me think of poop.  That's what my Mom called poop when we were growing up.

But we didn't know BM stood for bowel movement.

We thought it was an actual word..."Beeyam."}

We were all geniuses.

The paint looks like blood.  Just what I was going for!

 I used our sprayer.  Let's just say the front door is fiberglass and I suck at not making brush marks.

My little viscosity tester:

 The sprayer did a pretty fine job.  Meet Sprayer:

Ready for the red?

Beeyam!  (I mean...BAM!!!)

 For your further viewing pleasure:

Makes a difference, doesn't it?

 

<le sigh>

The exterior is closing in on being finished...

Next up on delusions...

The pole-dance pole.

Or...the front-porch column.

You decide.