Hey, a freshly painted door is nothing to sneeze at.
Unless you’re allergic to fresh paint, I guess. I hadn’t really thought of that before.
Anyway, they can just not look a gift hearse in the mouth. Or, whatever.
For some reason, this paint doesn’t have much of an odor, for which I’m very glad! It was the glare of the sun off the door surface that bothered me. Noonish. In October. South-facing door.
There are a few little glitches in it, but if one isn’t looking for them, one won’t see them. I have to hide the paint, though, in case they DO come in. I’ll make sure I take it over to her next week when all the flurry of the inspection is done with.