since i was a little girl my ideal dream house has always been a white farmhouse with either blue or black shutters. it would have a big front porch with a swing on it and two wicker chairs for company and a screen door on the front door that creaks everytime you open it. i used to tell my mom that she would live with me someday in this dream house and we would play board games and do crafts. and spend all day working on my yards tending to the flowers and watch my children run around outside while we worked in the vegetable garden.

i realize now that i am older that this dream...hasnt changed much at all. i still want all those things...(except maybe my mother living with us...not that i wouldnt love her to live with me, but at the ripe old age of 24 i seem to still find myself at home with the parents and i believe i would like a house of my own...)



my grandma had a craft room in her house when i was little. it was my favorite room in her whole house. you could always find ribbons. buttons. birds eggs. glue sticks. lace. milk cartons. everything. i vowed to one day have a craft room of my very own. although i would settle for a crafting nook...