An Identity at Last!

Living in London is interesting on many levels, and unique too. The fact that Anglo Saxons speak the same language, English, would lead one to believe it's the same language, but it isn't. There are distinct, and yet subtle, linguistic differences between Americans and Brits that never fail to amaze; the similarities in our love for foreign foods; the fantastic museums and exhibitions on regular tour; love for shopping (good ole consumerism); the great ritual of meeting friends at the pub for the traditional Sunday roast (yummy!); the regular use of one's fireplace at home (which even benefits those without one b/c the smell of the air in one's neighbourhood is scented with the smell of burning wood); and lastly the individual identity of one's house based on the colour of one's front door. I love being told the door colour of a friend's house, in lieu of the house number, as a way to identify their home.

When we bought our derelict house we began to wonder which colour we would choose for our front door. When we found ourselves driving through London and its various neighbourhoods we found ourselves looking at other people's doors to see the vast array of colours that have been used by the citizens of London. We originally wanted a subtle colour to blend in with our neighbourhood, but then later realised that by just blending in we weren't providing our home with a proper identity. So, after many trial colour pots, many discussions, and many long walks, or drives, we have come up with a colour: sage/olive green.

Our door has now given our home an identity. We are now able to tell people visiting our home, "We are the sage coloured door" on our road.

Our newly painted door

(sage/olive green)