I had been in my house two years when this was shot, and had just days earlier, replaced the ugly, gray steel door with the beautiful oak ones you'll see in the video.
I bought the doors from a sort-of-kinda junkstore/antique shop located on the Clinton Hill/Bedstuy border. the owner was sweet on me, so I only paid $100 dollars for the pair, and he delivered them for free.
The doors didn't look anything like they do now. They were covered in white paint. Luckily, I had a wonderful carpenter named Jomo.
Jomo spent weeks in my basement, carefully stripping the paint from the wood. And when all of the paint was off he came to me and said, "Miss Bernice, I just want you to know that there is a situation with these doors, but this situation will not cause a problem."
"Huh?
Apparently the doors had been in a fire. My heart sank, but soon recovered when I saw the final product. Jomo poured all of himself into that wood and brought it back to life. No joke. Some people are gifted like that. I have a friend who prepares raw food and I swear to God when you eat it, you can taste the love.
When Jomo finally hung the doors, my house took on a different look. It was almost as if it were grinning. I guess being restored to your original grandeur does that.
Oh, If those doors could talk! I wonder what stories they would tell? They're at least 100 hundred years old. They've survived fire and have experienced countless change of seasons. Even here at my home, they were traumatized (came under attack by an unstable family member) But Jomo patched them right up and then brought them a get well soon gift in the form of antique, bronze door handles. (I'll have to post of pic of those at a later time 'cause they need to be polished)
And yes, my house was pink! I've repainted it since then. It's now a sort of coral color. Still in the pink family, but not so cotton-candy-ish.
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I had to replay that one a few times to see everything, the doors, the brass, and those beautiful women with you. WOW!
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