“What did you do with all the living room furniture?” you ask. We fit it all in the dining room, with the dining room table.
“Why?” you ask. My first husband’s mother had to move to a nursing home recently. It’s a good one but being anywhere unfamiliar is distressing to her because her memory is shot.
So we brought her furniture here and set her bedroom up for her, in case she can move in with us when she needs hospice and let us take care of her at the end.
If not, we will have the set stored here in case our daughter wants it someday.
I like the small beauty created by combining all the living room furniture in our dining room. Now it’s a parlor–minus the antimacassars. It feels much cozier and more intimate.