The Good Room

A friend's email sparked a few memories for me. Did anyone have a good room in their house or remember their mates parents having one? I didn't grow up with one myself but I do recall the freakiness of them in my friend's houses. They were always freezing and eerily quiet. Being a child of the '80s the ones I remember had giant floral couches, some crystal bowls and thick carpets. If we were caught sneaking in to jump on the couches we got a good telling off and thrown into the playroom. Another room we didn't have in my house yet somehow we did manage to play.

I do recall my Granny having a good room when we visited her and before we bought her house. It was in the back and she referred to it as the drawing room. It was dark and cold. The decor from my young memory (under four) was navy and mahogany. It was filled with her creepy and extensive doll collection. She had a particular love of flamenco dolls although I doubt she had traveled to Spain at that stage. I can only imagine what the parish priest thought on his visits drinking his tea surrounded by frilly frocked staring dollies. Although our PP had spent some time in the Popes gaff in the Vatican so maybe not.