Semi-private

 There are a lot of funny little quirks in our new house, things that you would expect in an older  home, not one that is only ten years old, and it seems we keep discovering things everyday.

We have started calling it the “You would have thought….” house.  Meaning that everytime we are on the cusp of a new discovery Dadzoo or I always say “You would have thought that they wouldn’t have wired the whole kitchen on a switch.” or “You would have thought they would have calked all the windows”.

One of our “You would have thoughts” regards our master bedroom, or as we call it, our semi-private master bedroom.  When we were looking at this house, I fell in love with the glass french doors on the master bedroom.  Sure, they are glass, but it isn’t anything some curtains couldn’t fix, and how lovely and unique are glass french doors.

Right?

Once we had bought the house, and we were moving in, I noticed a problem with those pretty french doors.  Something I hadn’t anticipated, something I should have anticipated, which is typical with this house of ours.

Notice on the picture below.  Notice that there is no latch, which means there is no lock, which means our bedroom isn’t private at all, which means I sleep in a hallway (one of the entrances to the only bathroom), which means there will be no eighth child until a solution is found.

As typical, I fretted and Dadzoo solved.  He installed a simple, fence latch, and while it isn’t super solid, a good push and it would pop open, it is enough to keep the roaming bands of children at bay.

As for the other problem, the clear glass part, here is what I came up with.  I think  it is lovely, I kind of get the impression others (the people who have seen it in real life) don’t think it is as pretty as I do.

Oh well.