I'm packing my yellow suitcase, at least the one in my imagination (because the one pictured is something I drool over on etsy), and moving out of our apartment in the big city into one of the apartments over my grandparents' barn.It is a little one bedroom where the hay loft is. No, the barn doesn't look like the red one above (newer and much larger) but I could always dream, right? I've found that in the face of stress-- our wedding is potentially in 47 days-- I tend to use my imagination much more. I'll give you a hint about it in a later post... Whether or not that is a good thing-- well, questionable.
Today I picked out all new paint colors for the place-- a nice sunny yellow for the kitchen and little living/dining area, a cool green for the bathroom and a lilac for the bedroom. I'll be living there alone for a while... so I thought what would be better than decking the place out in all vintage decor? I'm can be as girly as I want. How fun! I've got a vision. I can just see myself now, staring out off my deck looking out to the cows and horses in the pasture. Oh please, let time fly!
