Many moons ago, almost two years worth, I blow torched and peeled and scraped and sanded paint off of our front door. I had it in my crazy head that I could finish this process to the level of detail needed in order to just stain it and have a pretty dark wood door. The door was in too poor condition to realize this dream, so it was to just be painted. I had even picked up the dark primer and a "so brown it's almost black" exterior paint. Alas, it sat idle for two years, looking rather arts and craftsy hanging on its hinges and performing its duties just fine. Until today. Mark helped me get it into the garage so I could finally finish the job and paint the thing. Brown. Brown is not an adjective I would use right now to describe the color of my front door. Strangely aubergine is perhaps the more apt descriptor. Maybe it just needs time to dry. Maybe using two year old paint is not as brilliant an idea as I had thought.