To say that the outside of our house is ugly is an understatement. Our house is peach. Ugly '80's peach. My father-n-law calls it "flesh". Gross. Imagine someone calling your home sweet home, flesh. Ugh. It's awful! On my priority list of to-do's is paint the outside of our home. The problem though, is that our home is made of three different materials. We have faux brick, wood and off white stoney stucco. It's a NIGHTMARE I'll tell ya. And though I had every intention of wanting to paint this mess this summer, Shane is hoping that we will be able to side the sucker next year. So....I've stepped aside and accepted the peach for one more year. It's slightly unbearable, but I hope to survive. Check with me in August though.
Which leaves me to this post.
When we moved in, our house numbers were hideous. I'll let the photos speak for themselves.
Here is what the house looks like with the missing number plate. Incidently, it was originally placed ABOVE the big white rectangle. That is where a mailbox probably should be but our neighborhood collects their mail at a community mailbox a couple of blocks away.
(Don't look to closely as the hammer wore away most the paint on the tacks. I need some white liquid paint to touch them up.)
I chalkboard spray painted the wooden board. You can see that that too needs some touching up. But hey, it's just a little character, right? I also hung this pineapple welcome sign that I scooped up at Walmart a few years ago.
(And please ignore the ugly, too big light fixture, the worn out deck paint and the missing trim around my door. I told you that it lacked curb appeal.)