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One of my biggest complaints; a really loud, ugly, and not very nice complaint that I thought when moving to Oklahoma...was beige; the walls of that first place we called home were VERY beige. It was just as far as I thought I could get from what I was used to. I like striped walls and color and mixing prints and patterns; I felt that I had been moved from my colorful world to Pleasantville...living in black and white, and shades of BEIGE. 

How could my husband expect me to live in this bland place? 

Here's the thing.... he didn't. Moving to Oklahoma didn't mean that I had to change who I was or how I decorated. Sure, the apartment walls couldn't be changed from beige, but I fixed that with bits of my personality and now...my personality is on sensory and color overload. When we moved here, I thought that meant that I had to change who I was and what I liked. Um... why? Sure, I tend to have a little bit different personality than others but that just makes me different and not wrong; and it certainly doesn't mean everyone else is "beige." I haven't mentioned my bible crush just yet; and I'm certain it will come up again BUT... Paul says  "Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind." I don't have to be like everyone else BUT, I do have to refresh and renew the way I look at things sometimes.   (Thanks for the reminder, boyfriend) 

There have been a few addresses between that first beige apartment and where we are now; lots of projects and painted walls, furniture and modified oil paintings. I soon realized that my zip code didn't determine the person I was and instead of trying to be more like my perceived surroundings, I was unapologetically me and I was happier...despite the rising temperatures, tornado warnings, and flat landscape. 

In our first house after the apartment lasted just six months, due to it's tiny size and beige walls closing in (which will be funnier later since it was 1,000sq ft)...I was able to paint walls and add a few touches to the space that made it feel more like "home." I added yellow horizontal stripes to my kitchen walls; now we were getting somewhere. I took out the single light bulb boob light over the table space and we installed two vintage lightbulbs and shade frames in its place, AND...I painted a builder grade white door black and red to give a weird powder room alcove, a bit more flair. 

Once we had the space to create, there was not stopping us. There were tables and bookshelves and dressers that got painted, tables that were built to cover bathtubs and host 4year old birthday parties, and each one made me feel a "little bit more me." 

Who knew that living colorfully could make ANY zip code feel a little more like home? 


Oh, hello yellow...
  
A builder grade, white door gets a personality of its own.

Our first bathtub table; they look waaay better now.

An 8ft long kid size farm table for entertaining the littlest of people.

I absolutely love all things numbers and words and add them anywhere I can. 

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