Shh! don't tell anyone I'm blogging! Classes start tomorrow and the last thing I should be doing is blogging! Here's my ever so quick version of events... These doors are from my parents house. It was a 1950's bungalow. That means small. When the house became mine I defied all disbelievers ( the auctioneers, husband and a slightly disbelieving but willing to give it a go- real estate agent) by remodeling it into a really cute contemporary little bungalow. These doors were to the front entry and two closets. "I want those" I told the builder. "You do?" He said before he could help himself. "Yep- all three." I had the yucky varnish and several layers of paint sandblasted off them. Hey, I don't fool around, I want no part of that nasty chemical stripper. Sandblasting them really made the grain of the wood pop out- kinda like driftwood. I knew someday I would do something really cool with these and Saturday was that day. I painted them tur...