When I was a kid, one of my friends lived in a house where the living room was off-limits—it was tastefully decorated and full of expensive furniture, so kids weren’t allowed. I don’t think anyone was permitted entry, honestly. The rest of his home was ramshackle, casual, and fun, but his parents seemingly decorated one room for a life they imagined, where they entertained prissy people at fancy tea parties. But I don’t think those tea parties ever happened.
Don’t do this. Decorate for who you are, not what you aspire to be or what you think you should be.