"Why would you stucco over your brick?"
The most frequently asked question from well-intentioned friends when the subject of the exterior of our home comes up. Nowadays, whenever we are asked that question, Weston and I just look at each other and smile a meaningful smile.
How do YOU define curb appeal? Here's my definition:
When you see the house from the street, you actually want to go inside.
This is a relatively low bar, if you ask me. I'm not looking for anything grandiose. I really didn't like the brown brick and felt like anything would be better than what it looked like in 2013 when we moved in.
Most people with a more practical bent (i.e. men, my husband included), view the choice to stucco over brick on the slightly-if-not-completely-crazy-and-possibly-diminishing-the-value-of-the-home side. Hence, the meaningful smile. Emily's smile means: "Thank you for letting us do this crazy thing in order to improve the curb appeal, even a little bit. I think it worked."
Weston's smile means: "Yep, we're a little bit crazy and it's sort of embarrassing. But, whatever makes you happy, babe."
New stucco and stone-work happened in 2015. There were still improvements to be made, but we didn't think much about them until it was time for us to move out again. While Weston was busy planning and working on changing out all the galvanized plumbing and putting in new bathrooms, I mentioned that the front door really needed to be replaced. This was the lowest thing on his priority list, so I took matters into my own hands.
I thought the front door was really ugly, and it also had remnants from the frame of a screen door that had been ripped off its hinges before we moved in.
I wanted the front door to coordinate with the pretty door that Weston installed in the music room in 2013.
I knew it was available as a pre-hung door from Lowes, so I took extra careful measurements to try to determine whether the slab could be swapped out. It wasn't an option to remove the frame and install the entire pre-hung door. After multiple trips and phone calls to Lowes, I figured out that the door would fit, but the hinges would have to be re-routed.
Enter: My Dad.
I needed his help to hang the door. He let me borrow his router and taught me what to do. In the process, I learned how to use the router for more hinges than just this one. This is my work, practicing. The router was a little intimidating and I didn't want to screw it up.
Bonus info: I learned many other things as a result of this remodel, out of sheer necessity. Since I probably won't do another post relating to the remodel, here's the Rosie the Riveter look I got while learning to patch drywall:
My dad is the hero! While I was battling feelings of insecurity, wondering if all the contractors around me were passing judgement about my judgment, my dad showed up and made it known that not only would it be possible to install the door, but that we were going to do it, no matter the cost.
This is the only photo I have with both of us. So....yeah, it looks like he did it all while I sat on my butt. But, I guess that's not too far from the truth, since I couldn't have done it without him.
After the door was in, I swiftly removed the remnants of the storm door frame that were there. It was so easy, it really made me kick myself for not doing it 6 years ago.
So, we were left with a new frame and an old front door. Rather than losing out by discarding everything, Weston re-routed hinges to retro-fit the old door to the new frame and we sold it on KSL. Win!
We worked hard on other improvements to the curb appeal of the house. When all was said and done, we had put in a new cement walkway, fascia and soffit, new front window, and upgraded the landscaping, thanks to help from my friends Heidi and Paula.
I'm finally so happy with the curb appeal of the house we lived in for 6 years. It's slightly too bad that we made it look so nice just in time to leave.












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