Let There Be Light!
The light fixture, a refurbished and rewired antique brass "early eclectic" has one down-pointing electric light and one up-pointing gas light. Of course, they're both electric now.
The hall is so much brighter now. It even looks a different color.
The previous fixture (one of which is still in place at the other end of the back hall) had yellow glass and hadn't been cleaned in our entire residency, so the hall looked dingy and worn-out.
It's already a rather unattractive space. It was once exterior, and the clapboards - long ago painted beige - are still in place on the wall. Also, there's an unpleasant-but-necessary added-on closet, which houses the water heater and an assortment of tools. The floor is the dreaded brick-print vinyl, which will be banished to the roadside pile one of these days.
This is also the hall where we enter, so there's an umbrella propped against the wall, a file cabinet piled with junk mail, and a wall of hooks for my many purses, jackets, scarves and other accoutrement.
And of course, this is the first place most people see when they enter our house.
Fortunately, the new light makes a world of difference. It turned an unhappy space to one that makes me smile, just like that!
I anticipate a whole other world of difference when we replace the second light, too. Just got to find one to semi-match. And scrape up the bucks to buy it.