You may be familiar with the following scenario: young couple moves into fixer-upper and plans to be there for two, oh, maybe three years before they move on to greener pastures. Time passes and they discover that they are in greener pastures, and before you know it 25 years have passed. This is what happened when Jim and I moved from Oak Park, Illinois, to St. Charles. One of the first things I did when we moved into our house was to paint the back door Moroccan blue. Where I got this idea, I’m not sure, though I have always loved looking through art books, and love to look at the Moroccan paintings of Henri Matisse, which glow with beautiful blues. I have read that Moroccan doors are often painted blue to repel evil. Somehow this all came together in painting the door the Moroccan blue of my imagination.
The paint has become more worn and alligatored over the years and just gets better and better. From the Something for (Almost) Nothing standpoint, I paid four dollars for a can of blue paint, and have enjoyed this door for years. Every time I walk though it, I experience a tiny, almost subliminal flash of something magical and Moroccan, and am a bit surprised when I find myself in our kitchen and not in a mysterious Kasbah.