When I received monogrammed towels at a bridal shower, my fiancé asked if those were the ones that when you display them, a person ends up drying his hand on his pants because he’s not sure if he’s supposed to use them.
Our houses were never large enough to have a parlor. I remember visiting friends and relatives with older Victorian houses or fancier new houses. They lived in the dining room or family room and only used the living room for dull bridge parties to impress the boss.
We never had a best room. All my aunts and uncles did. One was the living room and one was the den. When I was a child that lonely room was scary. Strange to think about it now. Thank you for reminding me of some of the things that have vanished.
My grandmother had the plastic-covered lampshades, some cover thing over the entire sofa. Doilies. Figurine collections in locked curio cabinets.
No one ever knew what the Actual Sofa looked like even if they peeked INTO the forbidden room, and even peeking into it was verboten. Like in “Spinal Tap,” when Nigel says “Don’t even look at it.” Heh.
I suspect this dates back to when the King might visit unexpectedly. Of course, wherever the King Visits it becomes his home. He can’t be expected to use anything that regular folks used. He is the King.
Although we never had a "best" front room in any of our houses, I have seen/experienced them when visiting friends. Much more relatable is the towels. Right at this very minute, in both of our bathrooms are towels hanging next to the sink that would definitely get someone in trouble if they actually dried their hands on them.
When I received monogrammed towels at a bridal shower, my fiancé asked if those were the ones that when you display them, a person ends up drying his hand on his pants because he’s not sure if he’s supposed to use them.
Exactly those ones 😀
Our houses were never large enough to have a parlor. I remember visiting friends and relatives with older Victorian houses or fancier new houses. They lived in the dining room or family room and only used the living room for dull bridge parties to impress the boss.
Haha at least it got used
We never had a best room. All my aunts and uncles did. One was the living room and one was the den. When I was a child that lonely room was scary. Strange to think about it now. Thank you for reminding me of some of the things that have vanished.
You’re most welcome 😊
Great article! Who doesn’t remember “the best.”
Oh yes. Yes.
My grandmother had the plastic-covered lampshades, some cover thing over the entire sofa. Doilies. Figurine collections in locked curio cabinets.
No one ever knew what the Actual Sofa looked like even if they peeked INTO the forbidden room, and even peeking into it was verboten. Like in “Spinal Tap,” when Nigel says “Don’t even look at it.” Heh.
I suspect this dates back to when the King might visit unexpectedly. Of course, wherever the King Visits it becomes his home. He can’t be expected to use anything that regular folks used. He is the King.
Although we never had a "best" front room in any of our houses, I have seen/experienced them when visiting friends. Much more relatable is the towels. Right at this very minute, in both of our bathrooms are towels hanging next to the sink that would definitely get someone in trouble if they actually dried their hands on them.