What You Want it to Be

In a post I did last year I talked about going home. 

 I went to the home I grew up in.

An old farm house that is over 100 years old, most of it anyway. 

The man whom had the house built was a supervisor in the railroad and he had the workers spend some of the work at his house. 

There once was a driveway lined in cobblestones, pathways in the grass leading to the, at one time "cow house."

There still stands a screened in patio with a cobblestone fireplace, that housed many a party.

That house I grew up in.

My dad was a school teacher/weekend cattle farmer.

My mom was a stay at home mom, she did not work outside of the home until I was in my late teens as a Real Estate agent.

But, that was not all she did.

She knew her antiques, we went to a lot of auctions and garage sales.

I grew up around vintage and antiques.

My mother sewed slipcovers to cover the ugly sofa she bought cheap at a garage sale.  She upholstered the wing back chair she bought at an auction. 

 She painted or striped the furniture for the house.

The house I live in.

I love.

I tried to recreate some of the details from the home I came from.

Wide floor boards, crown moulding, large moulding and trim around the windows and doors.

Mismatched furniture in every room.

I learned to paint (I am not a striping kind of gal) I like my WHITE paint.

I learned to sew from my mother.

I sew slipcovers to cover my vintage furniture, to make it more ME!

I upholster dining room chairs.

I use vintage as much as I can.

I am my mother's child.

I live in a farm house of my dreams.

I am sharing my new/old farm house with;

Thanks for stopping by, remember it is only a box.

It is all up to you what you put in the box to make it what you want.

Have a wonderful weekend.