Mother's room isn't very big, and there's just her one big comfy chair, so I've taken in a folding garden armchair which slides away under her bed but is comfy for me to sit on when we're in her room, rather than perching on the bed. (I quite fancy getting one of those Director's Chairs, even more comfy, but haven't found one at a sensible price!)
How does anyone label socks? I got her a couple of pretty pairs from M&S which we never saw after the first wearing. I check her cupboards every now and then and hand back to the staff the things which aren't hers, and remind them about one missing cardigan (I suspect it may have gone home with someone who left or a respite guest - we haven't seen it for weeks). It's just a fact of life that clothes will wander.
Mother's home welcomes people bringing their own furniture except beds: they supply these so as to be sure they can get a hoist under it if it comes to be needed. They have attics-full of spare furniture, and we were lucky enough that there was a lovely set of furniture left by a previous resident which go much better in her room than anything she'd got at home (compact, light-coloured, making good use of space in a smallish room). We got her a 19" TV with DVD player: she can't understand what a DVD is, or how to work it, but if she's getting upset the staff can put on a DVD of "Coast" or "Life on Earth" and she's happy.
But as long as she's got her diary in her handbag she's fine. Pray that a certain highstreet stationers keeps on selling the small silver-grey with-a-pencil diary that she always uses, year by year, because if I had to get one another colour she'd not be able to cope. And mint polos - she complained the other day that she hadn't got any, and there were only 9 packets of them in her drawer. Ah well.