What is the first thing you see when you walk through your front door?

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the stairs

Cat.

My wiggly waggly Staffie!

Hats. My hall bit between door one and door two (the air lock as it's known in our house) has 30+ hats hanging on the walls.

We don’t use our front door but ‘visitors’ that do walk into a hall that has no clutter. You’ll see a book cabinet and an oil painting that means a lot to us. You can also see 4 doors to different rooms as you enter.

Coming through the back door, I see a small hallway with 3 doors one of which hides the utility room - best design feature of the house😆

Shoes and coats

My gorgeous labrador wagging her tail.

Usually a black bin bag, because no other bugger can be bothered to put the rubbish out!

A rather redundant room that is too big to be a hallway but too small to divide up into separate “airlock” and hallway, and can’t be used for anything else because of the number of doors leading off it.

It houses a wardrobe for the coats and shoes, a large bookcase/display case, and a windsor chair that is somehow always piled high with coats, despite the wardrobe next to it being half empty.

Also, lots of plants.

A sweeping double staircase, enormous chandelier, and grandfather clock. Tasteful hallway furniture flown in from Italy, and a butler holding a cold glass of sancerre on a silver tray.

Or in reality, a small dingy hallway and a tap dancing Spaniel and all the tissues he's robbed out of the bin.

😂

A big stone pot with hazel twigs in (it looks better than I’ve described I promise 😂) and a little oil painting of St Ives that I spotted in a gallery many moons ago… beyond that glass doors to the lounge. Our old house always had a cluttered hallway and it weirdly affected my mood when I came home so in the new house I attempt to keep the hallway clear (with mixed results).

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Stairs.
Years ago I used to have a cat that would wait on them for me when she heard the car. Her ashes were planted under a rose bush by the front door so she is still waiting for me in spirit.

We seldom use our front doors, as they open directly into the room known as the Shop Room (former village shop). If we do, you can see two sofas and a coffee table, bookshelves, desk, etc.
Entering by the back door, the messy kitchen, also with coats and shoes in a nook. (Dreaming of a back porch)

I have managed to sort this out by putting a basket, advertised on ebay as being for logs, by the door. It doesn't look very tidy, I admit, but it's much tidier than shoes all over the floor.

Depends. If just DH and myself at home, lovely and tidy, no clutter, all coats and shoes in the lovely big coat cupboard.

If DC are home, several pairs of trainers, backpacks, coats on the bannister, Amazon parcels, half drunk cups of coffee and cans on the radiator shelf...

We're not posh enough for a front door 😂
Door opens straight into the kitchen so you'd be met cluttered work surface and very old warped kitchen table, with a mass of shoes and guilty looking hound underneath🐾🐾 👞

Cats.

Shoes, cat.

Came home this morning, opened the door and was met by the neighbours cat.
Still trying to work out how it got in.

The wine rack

stairs two sofas that are way to big so you have to climb over long story let me know if you want the saga and stock from both our business'. id die if anyone came to our house good job its just us!

For the past few days while dh has been away, a big box of wild bird food too heavy for me to lift. And a little hall table with post and usually other stuff on it, shoes underneath.

When we had a dog, her, with waggly tail and a shoe in her mouth - she always had to find a shoe to bring as a present. 🐶❤️ RIP

Stairs, cat litter stash and usually a cat or two.

The glass inner porch door.

Then a mess of shoes, next to the shoe table, which has a shelf 10 cm off the floor. My daughter is learning to put hers on it, but my wife strews shoes, slippers and flip flops for me to stumble over.

At night, at least one migrates to the bottom of the stairs, to ensure that I trip, whilst not fully awake.