It’s a fact: your living room is not a museum to be covered in plastic.
It should be infinitely comfortable: a place to put your feet up in your own personally comforting corner, a place to write bad poetry (or maybe pretty good poetry?), a place to read great books, a place to recharge and inspire you for the next day.
Your living room should be your haven in a demanding world. Drift off for an hour or two with your dog at your feet.