The overly cluttered, horrifically messy and utterly hopeless Front Hall Closet has
left the building.
left the building.
The Mister did a great job painting. Thank you, hon! The first picture has horrid lighting, but you can get a feel for the color in the latter photos. I was so thankful that he was on board with the yummy avocado color I chose. NOT the avocado from the 70s, and NOT the color of the avocado skin. But the yummy, delectable green of a perfectly ripe, soft yet firm, avocado. The color of the most perfect God-given food of all.
I did buy the red metal shelf from Hobby Lobby. I bought the most banged up one I could find. I'm tired of decorating with things that look like they are fresh out of the store. I like things with character, history, a story.
The water bottle on the left is an antique seltzer bottle from the North Side Bottling Works of Wausau, Wisconsin. The sampler has a sweet poem about learning. The pewter candlestick holder is a gift to my mother from my father. The books are all old and treasured. The black and white photo my grandparents in their early 20s, the Mother-of-Pearl frame purchased by my grandmother while in her 20s.
My dad built this bench years ago. It's been grey and later beige. We painted it barn red and then distressed it. The wooden box is an antique milk bottle box from the Kitsap County (Washington State) dairy. I bought it for $5 at a garage sale when I lived in Tacoma, and I've dragged it along with me on 6 moves.
I feel so feng shui (spelling?) when I now walk into my front hall. No longer am I greeted by a huge wall of dark doors. Nor do I dreak opening the door and having a huge mess tumble out. No longer will I holler at the Mister and children for leaving the closet doors open with the front door open for the entire neighborhood to gape at the atrocity that was the Front Hall Closet.