I have read that the longer you live in a house, it tells you how to decorate. While this sounds like a plot for a Stephen King novel, it really is true.
The first couple of years we lived in this house, I didn't feel comfortable in my family room. It contains furniture we purchased through the years, the hope chest I received from my mother when I turned sixteen, and a favorite side table inherited from my in-laws.
There is the silk tree which was in Stephanie's college apartment and an oval table that belonged to my parents, along with favorite artwork... not to mention a garage sale item here and there.
As time went on, accessories were added and curtains removed to show off the woodwork around the French doors. Pretty silk valances were purchased on clearance for the window over the sofa, which reflect the green hue coming into the room in deep summer from all the trees.
Vintage suitcases hold old Victoria magazines and my (now) unused vintage picnic basket acts as a side table. Slowly it has all come together to make a cozy room which we all enjoy (having a ceiling fan also helps in July).
Inherited table and thrift store lamp... love it.
By the way, did you notice who was in the basket in the first picture? Now I know why my veggies from the garden had to have cat hair washed from them (and with all the other places she could be sleeping...).