A Festival of Red Doors…Thursday Doors.

Welcome to Another Thursday Doors

This week I’ve decided to keep it simple. It’s absolutely bucketing down outside, and although I took a few photos of doors while we were out shopping last night, they were a bit too ordinary. So, this week I’ve taken the easy way out. Dredging through the archives, I’ve brought you a delectable palette of red doors. Indeed, seeing all these red doors amalgamated together has seriously raised my heart rate and the excitement is almost too much.

Have you ever wondered what inspires someone to paint their front door red when all the doors around them might be painted more conservative shades of grey, heritage green or even beige? I haven’t really give it much thought before. However, seeing all these red doors bunched together made me wonder about the people living on the other side of these doors who call these places home. What makes a red door person?

“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”

― Maya Angelou, All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes

Red is my favourite colour. I’m an extrovert, passionate person. Moreover, I not only drive a red Alfa Romeo 159, I view this car as an outward manifestation of my self. It is me. Well, to be honest, it’s more of an idealized version of myself these days as I spend too much more time in the slow lane.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.”

Oscar Wilde

However, despite my passion for all things red, our front door is heritage green and really much more of a conservative, blending in colour. However, you could say that’s quite in keeping with my husband’s personality. He’s quieter, more conservative and tends to blend in. However, that’s not why we have a green front door either. It’s simply what was here when we bought the house almost 20 years ago. The door also has a stained glass window which suits heritage green. We have given some thought to painting the house and we’re thinking of replacing the door and painting is something of a blue slate. We live right near the beach so I thought a more beachy look would suit.

“The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I’ve seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door…”

The Beatles – The Long & Winding Road

However, while I don’t have a red door now, I did have a red door growing up. Our house had this little outdoor structure, which was very much like a grannie flat except it is very basic and didn’t have bathroom or kitchen facilities. Indeed, it’s probably more like an artist’s studio. It was a great place growing up, and I turned it into my bedroom for a few years as a teenager. It was fantastic, and I must admit it enabled me to sneak out a bit too. Not usually to get up to too much mischief, but I had a friend who used to roam around during the night and she would tap away on my window.

Oh dear! This was supposed to be a quick post and now I’m turning it into a confessional. Just forget what you’ve read. Strike it from the record. I’ve never done anything wrong. Made stupid decisions. Taken unnecessary risks EVER!!!

Anyway, before I make any further confessions and do myself further in, I’m heading off. Indeed, you could even say I’m closing the door.

This has been another contribution to Thursday Doors hosted by Norm 2.0 Please pop over and join us.

Best wishes,


20 thoughts on “A Festival of Red Doors…Thursday Doors.

  1. tidalscribe

    I should have put it on Thursday doors. I think red doors are welcoming. The cottage I photographed is fascinating because it is covered in ivy – looks lovely in the sun on the outside, but probably very dark inside.

  2. maxwellthedog

    Well aren’t you the sporty pair in that bright red car! (I am embarrassed to admit how long it took me to remember that your steering wheels are on the wrong side. I thought Mom was the passenger!)

  3. Rowena Post author

    They’re only small details but they make a difference, don’t they.
    BTW won’t be long until Mum is sitting in the passenger seat. Mr gets his L plates next year.
    Best wishes,

  4. Rowena Post author

    The whiskey door was down in Launceston in Tasmania. A great find. They have a developing whiskey industry down there.

  5. Norm 2.0

    The first shot of you two in the car threw me for a loop for a second: I’m not used to seeing the driver on the “wrong” side of the car 😉
    As for the doors, what an awesome collection of red beauties! I’d have to go back through my archives but I doubt I’ve captured this many red doors. Truly impressive.

  6. sustainabilitea

    Love the whiskey door and I love red doors in general. But then I also love blue doors, even though our rental house has a completely boring door that’s completely boringly white. Sigh. However, when we have our next house, who knows what the door may look like??? The one at our first house was black. It wasn’t fancy but it looked good and wasn’t a door someone could easily knock down!


  7. Rowena Post author

    Thank you very much. Those door photos were collected over quite some time and attracted my interest long before I found Thursday Doors. I love red.

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