Braided rugs.
Natural dark.
Cheap fried fish.

Best of all I can unwind. I'm home. Im the sixth or seventh generation in my family home. It smells like a few generations might still be in a closet doused in moth balls but its getting better. Ive got a little brick room that was a service porch originally, so a room with a brick floor. It was my favorite room. As a child because It was rustic and unusual and mysterious and the dogs were allowed in It in a thunderstorm. I liked t tree outside. I liked the secretness of It. Younger kids weren't allowed
because It had the trap door to the cellar and deadly poisons and dangerous things. It was heck sweeping and dusting and decluttering but I found cool old things of my dads and grampas and now its my gardening room to change my clothes and clean my tools. I couldnt be happier. Ive got a reason to be in the little room every day.