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The Comfort of Old Doors

“Behind our unremarkable front door waits the little world of our own making,
a place of safety, exploration, comfort, and love.”
Gretchen Rubin

I’ve loved old doors for as long as I can remember.

They’re so heavy and sturdy and somehow always make me feel safe, even if I’m on the outside looking in. I feel happy for whoever lives behind them, thinking it must be awfully nice to have that big ol’ door between them and the outside world.

I like seeing the front doors of people I love. Smiling at the sight of their familiar house number or door knocker or grotty old mat that has been trodden on by innumerable feet and paws.

Pulling up in front of their house or flat gives me a little thrill of excitement, that delicious assurance that soon I will be enveloped in the arms and hearts of people who cherish me as much as I treasure them.

And of course my favorite front door is my very own.

I love coming home after a time away, whether a journey to some far flung locale or simply a day spent running errands in town.

Trudging up worn wooden steps, shooing chickens out of the way, juggling grocery bags while a hyper puppy leaps all over me with unfettered joy at my arrival.

It fills me with inestimable comfort knowing I am home at last. I am where I belong.

Where are your favorite doors?

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thefisherlady - I love these! I will have to post some from my stay in Holland and also in Mexico!

Ken Powell - I love your doors, Krista. Presumably the white seat is for those waiting to enter.

Krista - Please do post them, Susan! I’d love to see what you saw. πŸ™‚

Krista - Thank you, Ken πŸ™‚ Yes, I think you’re right about the white seat. I’d like come home and see friends sitting on it. πŸ™‚

Jamie - Beautiful post, Krista! Aren’t old doors fascinating? You find comfort, I find mystery and they allow and urge the writer in me to imagine lives and invent stories.

Krista - They are so fascinating, Jamie! πŸ™‚ I love their mystery too – so much. I’d like to ready your imagined stories. πŸ™‚

Joanne (eats well with others) - Doors today seem so flimsy in comparison to these! Love the heft and sturdiness!

Margo Millure - Door obsessed! *raises hand* Where is the green one?

LindyLou Mac - Not sure where my favourite doors are, I have found great examples I love in so many places!

Turkey's For Life - We all love a good door. Your photos are fab. We were in Izmir recently and the doors of the old abandoned Greek houses are just amazing. would love to see what’s behind them. πŸ™‚

louloufrance - What a beautifully written post. I am a huge fan of old doors and love how you’ve given tribute to your’s.

Andi Perullo, L.Ac. - Mine are definitely in Italy and Argentina!!! I’m a big door and window person myself. These are gorgeous shots!

Krista - They do don’t they, Joanne?! So glad you like these too. πŸ™‚

Krista - The green one is in Perdifumo, Italy, Margo. Up in the mountains above Santa Maria, about two hours south of Naples. πŸ™‚

Krista - I can imagine you have, Linda! You live in the Gorgeous Door Capital of the World, I think. πŸ™‚

Krista - Ohhh, I bet they were amazing, Julia! πŸ™‚ Did you take any pictures of them? I’d love to see them. πŸ™‚

Krista - Thank you so much, Lou Lou. πŸ™‚ I’m so glad you came by. πŸ™‚

Krista - I LOVE the door pics you’ve posted of Argentina, Andi. πŸ™‚ So, so beautiful. πŸ™‚

Kitchen Butterfly - Oh wow Krista. You have a way. I have to admit my favourite doors are in Paris, with gorgeous sculpted handles!

Krista - Thank you, dear Oz. Oh yes!! I’d forgotten about Parisian doors. πŸ™‚ I love them too. πŸ™‚

TuulaR - I love old doors too… we have so many lovely ones here in Provence. Such a good idea to keep photos of them, I’ll have to start that as well. Yours are always so pretty!

Andrea and John - These are gorgeous!

Krista - Oh yes, Tuula! Please do start collecting them. I’d love to see your doors. πŸ™‚

Krista - Thank you, Andrea! πŸ™‚

Charu Suri - Oh what beautiful doors! I’m loving all the different textures and truly…they ARE a comfort because you know they’ve stood the test of time. I photographed some beautiful ones in Carmel.

Marie - We have the ugliest door ever made. But I know that behind that ugly door are people that are kind and strong and loving and fun. That ugly door welcomes and loves on people we’ve known forever and people we’ve just met. It’s a good solid ugly door that welcomes me home with a smile.

Christina Fields - I love doors too. I saw some of my favorites in Colombia.

Christine - I loooove doors! Great post πŸ™‚

Kelley Perry - I started a door collection by snapping a few shots here and there with my camera. I had hoped to make a project of some kind or display these works of “art” using modpodge, or something crafty like that. However, I find that my ideas are great in my head, and as I rush out the house to work 5 days a week, become disappointed that those pics still sit in an album in iphoto. Thank you Krista for reminding me why I love doors so much. They stand for mystery, protection, opportunity and really to keep the observer guessing if anyone is home. I hope to be at your door soon one way, with a bouquet of flowers!

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