The painting above was my mother's, and I disliked it for years--but it looks a lot better hanging over this couch than it did before. Still not crazy about it.
Right now, the loveseat is positioned to make a conversation area with the couch, without getting in the way of traffic from the front door to the kitchen. Those doors are awkwardly placed--not quite directly across from each other, and cutting the living room into two trapezoids if you draw a line on the floor. That wouldn't matter in a bigger room, but this one isn't very big. Still, I think this arrangement will work, at least for next week. There's another place in the house the love seat would be good (the large bedroom) and the right chairs would be a little more flexible in the living room.
This view is toward the front door (that narrow little door is for a coat closet.) The very yellow light from right above the love seat (another legacy of the previous owner--there's a low-hanging ceiling fan ready to bash tall visitors shows on the love seat's cushions, but on the front you can see it matches the couch perfectly. Something narrow will eventually go in between the couch and love seat as a coffee-table/footrest, as well as end tables for the cough with good lamps to read by on them. But none of that can be done by Thanksgiving, because of the book nearing completion (and due Dec. 1) and Thanksgiving itself, the prep and all.
The furniture's comfortably soft, but still supportive. I like it a lot.