black is best

They say things happen for a reason... Well in this particular instance I'm 100% believing it! Take a dark, windy, rainy Wellington night, mix it with my dizzy brain, add in my main man covered in dirt from installing insulation under the house, + my gal pal staying for the weekend and you have my recipe for disaster. YES... I locked us all out YET AGAIN. You would think we would learn to have a spare key out. but NO.  Anyway long story short after many calls to the locksmith (not cheap at 8pm saturday night...) we chose the option of relentlessly smashing and bashing resulting in a huge mess and a gianormous insentive to put in a new back door. A black one of course. Blessing in disguise really as for some unbeknown reason there happened to be a beautiful old door sitting in our garage. It was like it was meant to be all along! A few weekends of hard yakka and a load of TLC and here she is. 

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