love at first sight: french doors

My childhood bedroom.  An old wrought iron bed.  White eyelet bedding.  "Gone with the Wind" lamps.  A pair of cross-stitched pretties (compliments of Gigi).  An armoire that I fancied a fine hiding place.  And maybe my favorite part... the French doors.

I can't look at French doors without thinking of the doors in my bedroom.  My storied past with these apertures lends itself to often audible gasps upon seeing photos like these... 

And so, parting ways with these French doors is going to be tough... 

But I'm willing to try. 
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