Red Doors….

What is the meaning of a red door on a house?

 A red door means “welcome”…….but there are many meanings to a red front door:
In Feng Shui, a red door symbolizes the mouth of the home. By painting our door red (or any bright color that stands out) chi (positive energy) is drawn to the house. It is the entry point in which abundance and opportunities find us.
The Chinese consider red to be the lucky or sacred color. Many doors are painted with a fresh coat of red just before Chinese New Year to invite good luck and happiness.

In Ireland, a red door is supposed to ward off ghosts and evil spirits.

Supposedly red doors were used as part of the Underground Railroad, and homes with red doors were “safe houses”…..
Albert Einstein painted his door red because he couldn’t recognize his house without it…..
And for homeowners, a red door announces that the house is paid for, free and clear……well some homeowners!

So my secret is out!…..I just love red doors on a house! Yup……Colonial Red! And on Sunday, my husband finally painted the front door – you guessed it, …Colonial RED!

I believe in another life I probably lived in the South……maybe I was a distant cousin of Scarlet O’Hara…..I’m sure I visited Tara many times and probably was the one who suggested using “Curtains” as a fashion statement! The problem is I was picked up by a cyclone and dropped in the North instead of the South – cause I believe I was meant to be a southern Belle! a Virginia southern Belle…..I love Virginia……so there is a southern girl with a New York accent! I tried to convince my husband we needed to paint the front porch roof “Haint Blue“….but he is too much a Yankee and doesn’t understand the whole “spirits not crossing water” hang up…..so…sigh….it remains white!

When I was twelve I spent the best summer I ever had with my aunt and uncle in La Vale Maryland and Romney, West Virginia (The oldest town in W.V.)….my fathers sister married a southern boy during WWII and moved back home with him…..they were my Godparents……and that summer they took me “Home” with them…….I ate, cooked, learned and played “Southern style”…my uncle’s family were mostly farming and railroad folk……they had a house in the city and a homestead out in the country….sitting on a wide creek…..( with a front wrap around porch and a blue ceiling!) my uncle’s mother taught me a lot, I loved sitting with her in the old farm kitchen baking pies for the family when they came down for the weekend……I sat and listened to all the gossip and the folklore of growing up southern! Many family members were from the tennesee mountains…..and when they came up that summer for a family reunion I was included! Banjo’s and guitars  played around the campfire, the laughter and the food…..best summer of my life! I was actually sad to go home……

so here’s to my “Southern adopted roots“……and the wonderful heartfelt family that’s still there……and of course – colonial red doors!

What do you think? I know….blue roof would have been awesome! Well, maybe in my next life!

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  1. So, tell me, is that where your learn to drink hooch? I did notice the skirt hoop next to your coveralls!

    • yup! learn to drink it and make it…lol! I’m going to need more acorns…..promise not to throw them at your house!

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