to me (and my whole family) it feels like my grandma's house is the place where my entire childhood happened. my grandma is a very unique person but is still, somehow, at the same time very grandma-like. her house was always like some big old storybook (that sounds ridiculous but i'm dead serious)... she decorated like it was the early 1900's still.
it's strange because now i've moved in, and i live way up on the 3rd floor in the room that was always my (and everyone else's) favorites when we were younger? everything feels the same but different at the same time.
even more odd is that at least 75% of the things in this set have almost exact duplicated in the house.
tacky sweaters, lots of cats, dusty books, old tv sets, and wood floors (and walls)...