My home is comfortable, nice without being starchy. I had too many people show up, sit down with a deep sigh and say, "This is nice," then they'd take their shoes off and put their feet up and park themselves for hours. Over time, I just started saying no. My H didn't like this invasion of his privacy, although he has never once objected to any outings I might want to take, so it's not a matter of jealousy. It was strictly an inappropriate invasion of space. I seldom invite people to my house these days. I actually had some people ask if they could move in because they felt so much safer and more comfortable at my place. I feel complimented and happy that I've created such an environment, but it's for me and my family. It woulds soon be uncomfortable if the doors were opened to whoever had an unhappy home life. So, no, I don't invite friends over much. Home is my sanctuary and I just don't want it invaded.