Color, Pattern, Doors

Somethings start with a dream, a wild idea that you had once and think about constantly and finally get motivated to act on. Last weekend my roommate Allison and I did just that. We painted the doors of our apartment. Not without struggle though. For those of you not in the city, temperatures on Memorial Day weekend were the hottest they have been all year: 90 degrees and sunny with high humidity. Being proper New Yorkers living in an older apartment, we don't have air conditioning, nor did we have any fans yet. We were sorely unprepared for this sudden spike in temperatures. Unwilling to let that stop us, we sweated through our project with sheer will and determination. And it was definitely worth it.

Oh, and of course my door is in repeat.