As I sit, staring at my walls (that are that blah beige/off white that all apartment walls are painted for some reason) and my floors (that are covered in dog hair, even though I just
The Beach House.
I have living the beach on my mind a lot lately (I blame winter) which means time to dream about…The Beach House. A few items that caused a lightbuld to ignite above my head: A
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The Beach House.
It’s that time again. Time to dream about…The Beach House. A few more necessities: An ocean mural headboard: Gigantic canvas print with a frame. Done. Eat your heart out Pottery Barn. A comfy, breezy, totally amazing
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The Beach house.
A reality hit me last week. My husband and I are going to be a renters for a really really reheheheeeally long time. And I’m totally fine with it, for a few reasons. 1: Renting
