Furnishing a home, like writing a book, is a continual editing process. For most people, the home they live in when they are 50 will look nothing like the home they first purchased at 28, even if it is, in fact, the same house. Tastes and needs evolve. Children are born, wreak havoc for a few years, and then go off to college and their own lives. Parents and in-laws come and go.
Rooms take on different purposes and functions.
Furniture is rearranged, reupholstered, refinished, discarded, sent off to college with the kid, or donated to charity. New furniture comes in to replace the old. I have to admit that my own house has gone through these changes and transformations sooner than most. If you ask my husband, Kevin, he will tell you that the house is transformed weekly, or so it seems to him. In my profession, it behooves me to experiment and play in my own house just like chefs who are always trying out new recipes and ideas in their own kitchens.