
I love living in a house built in the 1930’s. The charm and character can’t be beat. We found this old swing door in the attic of the garage many years ago, we cleaned it up, painted it and hung it. Now, when we need privacy in the kitchen (Fred’s WFH office is on the other side of that door. Since he’s on conference call after conference call, I close the door if I’m going to be in the kitchen, or if the dog acts up with UPS, FedEx, Amazon, USPS, any human, animal, etc. that moves past our house). I cannot imagine having a kitchen without it…
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