Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Front door, back door

 

Before we begin, I want to mention that it was unfortunate that T day had to land on December 7.  To me, that is another date we should never forget.  Before 9/11, it was the single worst day where U.S. soldiers and civilians lives were lost.  It was the day the Japanese Air Force bombed Pearl Harbor.  Nearly 2400 Americans died at Pearl Harbor.  The death tole was only surpassed on 9/11, where nearly 3000 citizens from around the world were killed in a single day when four aircraft were used to try to take us down.  Just as the Japanese underestimated our ability to pull together after a brutal attack, so did those terrorists who hijacked the four airplanes.  In a time when my country is being torn apart by extremists and anti-vaxers, it would be wise to remember those times when we could NOT be torn apart and our resolve could not be broken.  Let's please not forget December 7 and Pearl Harbor.

Today, however, is a different day, which means I'm joining my friend Valerie of Bastelmania, who is our host this month at Art Journal Journey.  Valerie's theme is When One Door Closes, Another One Opens

There's a different feel to who enters which door in the home.  At least that's the case for those of us who have two doors in which others can enter.

In my experience, I open my front door for company, salespeople, and lost children (because I'm a block monitor).

I open my back door for close friends and family.  I have a saying that back door friends are the best.

I started this page by coloring 110 lb cardstock with pink Staz-on reinker and 91% isopropyl alcohol. Once dry, which takes mere minutes, I added the fussy cut house which has both a front and a back door.  I loved the sculpted trees and the tire swing.  I computer generated the words and printed them on pink cardstock.

Bleubeard and I are delighted you joined us today and hope to see you this month at Art Journal Journey with your own take on When One Door Closes, Another One Opens.


15 thoughtful remarks:

Elephant's Child said...

Lovely - and so very true. The people we love the best do tend to use the back door.
I hope your back is getting better.

Valerie-Jael said...

This is a lovely page, Elizabeth. As kids we always entered other peoples homes - and our own - through the back door, that was quite normal. In the 70s I lived with my husband in an old cottage from the 18th century, and I don't think anyone used the front door, which was huge and very hard to move! The back door was our main entry and exit! Hugs, Valerie

Neet said...

Oh dear, our back door is not accessible only from the garden which people cannot get into so they have to come in from the utility door. The front door is very rarely open. Sounds strange but both doors are on the front.
Love your welcoming door in the kind of house I would love to visit, love a front porch, so swelconiung. The pink page makes it all look so cosy and is the perfect setting for that home.\Hugs, Neet xxx

My name is Erika. said...

Nice new page for AJJ my friend. I guess I'll never have company (and OK no salesmen) because I have no steps at my front door. Smile. That's OK. I'd rather have close friends. You are loving the pink backgrounds lately, and I like them too.This background came out fantastic, and works so well with your photo. Hope you week is going well and your back is feeling a little better. Hugs-Erika

Mae Travels said...

Different houses have different door configurations. Friends, family, neighbors.... all visitors come to my front door but many repair people (and in the past, meter readers) come to the back door because they need to go into the basement. I also have a third door, which goes to the deck and back yard.

The house where I grew up had a front door, a back door, and on the other side of the house had a sunroom with two more doors facing front and back. But visitors all came to the front door. Deliveries (like the milkman and the eggman) came to the back door. It would be interesting to get various peoples memories and current habits of this. As I say, I think it depends on how the house is laid out.

best... mae at maefood.blogspot.com

Jeanie said...

I love the pinkish tones of this piece, Elizabeth. It's rather mysterious. At my house, it's the front door; at Rick's the back. At the lake, the back (which is by the road). All good!

Divers and Sundry said...

The world needs more porches :) I think it encourages more neighborly feelings.

CJ Kennedy said...

Nobody uses our back door. My favorite color is not pink, but the pink background really perks up the brown of the house.

sirkkis said...

I'm sory to read that you have fallen and hope your back is ok soon ♥️๐Ÿ‘
Your page is thoughtful and interesting.
Take care and be careful ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ˜˜

Sandra Cox said...

I love this piece. So warm and welcoming.
And so true about never forget.
Why does it hurt when you laugh? Have you pulled something?

DVArtist said...

Very interesting piece of art and sayings. Have a great day and I hope you feel better.

Meggymay said...

An awesome take on Valerie's AJJ theme, I have fond memories of the back door/ front door situation. friends in the back one and guests in the front always at my grans home, mother always used the front door, me well, friends and family are welcome in any door with friends across the world welcome in my home via the internet.
I hope you are recovering.
Yvonne xx

craftytrog said...

A wonderful page Elizabeth. We only use our back door to go in the garden, it's hard to get around the sides of our house. All visitors are welcomed through the front door.
Alison

pearshapedcrafting said...

What a wonderful page Elizabeth. As a child living in a draughty cottage our front door was draughtproofed and never opened in Winter. Most folk knew to go round the back. The places I've lived in since had back doors that couldn't be reached easily...and then we moved here - with only one door! Hugs, Chrisx

Debra said...

LOVE your art piece. We have had some pink skies lately and your art reminded me of that. Very pretty and I love the sentiments.