My husband works from home. I mean he really works from home with files, and boxes, and mail, and files, and papers, and contracts, and more files, and office stuff. As much as I would love it to, his office is never going to appear in a magazine. In fact, I have kept it pretty much hidden from the blog world with only controlled photos (here). However, today you are almost going to see the full monty.
This is the view he has from behind his desk. The room has major windows that looks out onto the park and a nice set of French doors that we added when we remodeled before moving in almost two years ago. Those doors open onto the foyer. What that means is that whenever we have guests, the first room they see is Mr. Autumn’s working man’s office. Whomp, whomp.