Growing Up in Fixer Uppers Changed Me
Before the farmhouse decor, paint colors, and endless home projects… I think I was really just trying to create comfort.
I used to think I just liked cozy farmhouse decor 😅
But somewhere between repainting walls, redoing rooms, and trying to make my house feel peaceful… I realized this probably goes a lot deeper than throw pillows and sage green paint.
Because when you grow up around chaos, unfinished homes, and spaces that never quite felt comforting… you spend adulthood trying to create the feeling you needed as a child.
I grew up around what I call “TLC houses.”
Not “Tender Loving Care” houses in the cozy Pinterest sense 😅
I mean homes that always needed work… but nobody ever really fixed them.
Peeling paint.Half-finished projects. Things patched together just enough to get by.
The kind of houses where you could tell people were surviving more than settling in.
And I think growing up around that made me determined to create something different for my own family.
Not perfect.
Just complete.
A House Is More Than Just a House
Because a house is so much more than just a house.
A woman’s home holds her emotions, her comfort, her stress, her memories, and her peace.
It’s where life happens.
And I think most people want their home to feel like an oasis in some way.
Not expensive.Not magazine-perfect.Just comforting.
A place where people can exhale.
I wanted my house to feel soft, safe, lived in, and peaceful.
Maybe that sounds dramatic to people who grew up in calm homes, but when you grow up around chaos, you notice atmosphere differently.
You crave comfort.
And suddenly painting walls sage green starts feeling less like decorating… and more like healing 🙃
Creating the Kind of Home I Wanted as a Child
And I think that’s part of why I’ve been so determined lately to make my house feel nice before we ever get the call for a foster placement.
Or at least get as far as I can 😅
Because this suddenly stopped feeling like “just my house.”
Now I keep thinking about the child who might eventually walk through our door.
I want them to walk into warmth.Soft blankets.Nightlights.A calm atmosphere.
Not a perfect home.
Just a safe and comforting one.
The other day I looked at another dated paneled wall in my house and immediately got reminded of some of the houses I lived in and grew up in.
And something in me immediately thought: Nope. We’re changing this.
Not because paneling is evil 😅
But because I want this house to feel different.
I want warmth.
Comfort.
Softness.
Peace.
Maybe This Was Never Really About Decor
And honestly, part of me feels like if I can create that cozy farmhouse feeling throughout my home… maybe it means I finally made it in life.”
Not financially.
Not socially.
Emotionally.
Like maybe I finally built the kind of home I always wished existed when I was younger.
Not a perfect home.
Just one that feels safe.
And maybe that’s what home is really supposed to be.
Until next time, have a blessed day.
Not financially.
Not socially.
Emotionally.
Like maybe I finally built the kind of home I always wished existed when I was younger.
Not a perfect home.
Just one that feels safe.
And maybe that’s what home is really supposed to be.
Until next time, have a blessed day.