Our home was built in the late eighties when the style was to have a tall elevator-like shaft in the entry way with a chandelier hanging down. For years I looked at the space and said, “What a waste. All you’d have to do to create a cool secret room would be put in a floor.” So seven years ago I did.
The room is filled with bookshelves and books, a few mementos and that’s all there’s space for. I write on my laptop so there’s no need for a desk.
And I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you, Tricia is the one who discovered me way back in the spring of 2006. Love ya, Tricia!