My parents wanted me to design a dining room hutch for them, and looking around at examples led me into a study of basic bitchery. Stacks of carefully arranged Rae Dunn pottery around the word "gather" in jigsaw cut cursive, a ceramic pig and one of those calendars made of two blocks of wood with just enough numbers on them to be able to be 1-31 on them that you'd have to manually change each day, usually accompanied by fake plants and a rusty flour sifter or something else "farmhousey" are all signs she's in the late stages of the disease.