The breezeway of our home connects the main (old) house to the addition with my studio, my husband's office, and our son's apartment. It is the room that every one sees, the central entrance to all areas of the house.
Yet, it has gone to the dogs and cats. We feed the cats in there, up on top of a cabinet so that the dogs can't eat their goodies. And we leave the window open a few inches, with the screen removed so the kitties have easy access to the room. We learned the hard way to leave that screen out, those cats are insistent about being let in, if there is a screen barring their way, they rip it apart.
The little dogs hop in and out of the window too, but Honey is too large. Although that doesn't stop her from trying. Whenever I walk through the room and see her poking her head through the gap, I always say, "Hello, Mr. Ed". (Remember the palomino who had his head through the top half of the barn door to talk? ooh, I've really dated myself with that reference)
This is also the room where the muddy shoes, rakes, tools, and toys end up. Along with wheelbarrows of firewood in the winter. It has become more of a mudroom than the breezy patio room that I had envisioned. Too many items pile up, as people go in and out of the house.
But, in the last year, I smartened up and placed a couple of cabinets out there to hide at least a percentage of the clutter. And recently, I finally got around to painting this large wardrobe. It's wood stain stood out too much in this space.
Much better! (You can see a before in this post)