Welcome to my home. I live in an old house in an old neighborhood. When we found it, it was empty and lonely looking. That was fourteen years ago on a cold winter evening when driving down a dark street, my husband happened to see a “For Sale” sign leaning against the house. A few days later the realtor and I walked in this entryway. As soon as I passed the threshold, I knew I was home. After moving in I quickly painted this small area in a light sherbet pink and hung mirrors to open it up. The antique decor fits well with the period of the house.