We have rooms that don't really exist in normal houses any more.
Like Gathering Room. Sometimes called the Reception Hall.
Not to be confused with foyer. Because it's not a foyer. Not really.
And the Vestibule. Yes. Vestibule.
So you don't have to look it up in the dictionary:
A small entrance hall or passage between the outer door and the interior of a house or building.
a small entrance hall or anteroom; lobby
An oval cavity in the inner ear that together with the semicircular canals makes up the organ that maintains equilibrium in vertebrates.
Obviously that lost one doesn't fit. But you get the idea.
Before you get to our Reception Hall you have to enter the house through the Vestibule.
It just sounds sooo fancy doesn't it?
Well ours isn't.
Sure, we have the back side of our mail slot. The front side takes a better picture.
Two walls look like this:
And it wasn't until I took the picture that I realized the walls weren't white. It looks like. Unless you get really close. Then you can tell it's cream.
|See that tiny rectangle above the "wreath" and below the scallops? That's the original twisty doorbell!|
And our inner door. The one we can't paint unless we ask the city for permission. Gotta love historic homes.
Here we have our Japanese lion thing. DH brought it back from his mission to Japan. He wanted it displayed in the entry...HANGING from the door. I said no. This was our compromise.
This is my before post. I'm in the middle of a makeover. My little lion needs some cheering up. And I have a budget of ZERO. So let's see what I can pull out of my hat?
Debbiedoo's Newbie Party