Ugh this - my partner hates the sofa that I inherited from my mother, one that she told me she used to play on in the 1940s. It's a beast, with claw and ball feet that have stubbed many a toe, but I am fighting for its survival.
Solid hardwood with carvings all over, legs shaped as claws etc.
But frankly it looked horrible in a modern home, and wasn't all that comfortable to sit in.
So I sold it to a carpenter who was renovating an old wooden building in the remote north (Iceland) to have an interior that would fit the year of construction (I believe around the year 1905).
Kind of like the idea that it is now in a much better place.