Eclectic, of course.
We live in an Old Victorian lady who has high maintenance needs.
Antiques, various interesting pieces of junque, leather chairs, lotsa handmade stuff. Plants, cats (real and otherwise,) pillows, throws. Lotsa color. Walnut woodwork. Many outdoor things indoors. Rocks, stones, minerals, plants, dried flowers, caribou horns, dried cacti. Wood nymphs, chinoiserie, pictures, pictures, pictures of people I love and who love me, kid's drawings and paintings, mirrors, pottery, Hardanger embroidery, piano, music everywhere, lots of lights. Books.
The cats help by bringing in various living and dead creatures. Tonight I laid to rest a headless baby bunny which had reposed under the dining room table for a day. One brings me much more interesting gifts of dried leaves, pine cones, the neighbors' gardening gloves. She sees that I like that kinda stuff.
Back yard has a pond with fish and often deer, raccoons, a blue heron, possum. chipmunks and squirrels. Lots of flowers. Wood pile. And husband has a garage with more square feet than our house has. He pretty much lives there.
Then just a bunch of stuff piled around that's waiting for me to finish, wall-hangings, carved wooden cane, drapes. Paint, wallpaper. Things I'll get to "someday."