The new master bedroom was designed around many accessories we already had: the urinal which became a sink, old tile, old windows, and finally sets of old doors. The whole house has a sense of age to it. It is not shabby chic (hate that term), but the house retains and shows its history. Good thing this aesthetic is fine with me, one who wants to use only things that have already been used before, whether for their original purpose or not.
The cracks and peeling paint will be saved with application of a thick coat of something. In its current position, the old paint is fairly fixed. The darker doors will also receive a coat to shine them up and protect them. The minute my husband drug out these doors last year, it was my intention to put the glider below in the new room because of the simpatico texture. I am not at this point sure there will be room for the glider. It would be beautiful.
These doors have been in the big house all their lives. They retain their original colors and open to a big closet in the dressing room. The bedrooms they protected no longer exist.
Going around the corner from the sets of closet doors, there is a door made by us for the private commode. Glenn made it from wood he used and acquired for his former homestead.
See those lights on the ceiling? We bought seven for a dollar apiece at our local flea. Used all of them in this addition.
Above is the inside of the door with its beautiful patterning. The old door knob works, and locks!