Thursday, January 17th, 2013
From loving it, to hating it & then finding a new love. [Or just figuring out who I am]
I’ve been sucked into the wormhole, known as finding out your family tree and history. I’ve been trying to figure out when my ancestors came over on the boat to America. Which I have yet to figure out. The furthest I’ve gotten to the boat is knowing that my great-great-great-great (Yes, x’s 4!) grandparents were born in Virginia, New Jersey & Ohio, which would be around the year 1817-ish. But I still have yet to figure out their names, or if their parents were born in the US as well, or came over on the boat. Anyways, during this search, home stuff came into my brain (of course!) and I started thinking about how over the years my style, or likes have changed. When I was 13, I wanted to move to New York City and live in an apartment, alone. My how that has changed over the years. Now I want a charming house in the woods, with a husband, kids, a dog and a bunch of outdoor cats. And a garden filled with wildflowers and vegetables. I’m going to call this, figuring out who I really am and what I really want.
I’ve pulled together a few things that have changed in my taste over the years to share with you guys, and maybe it’ll make you think back to what you thought you wanted, and laugh. The first thing that I realized was how much my color taste has changed. I remember when I was really young, I wanted a midnight blue themed winter wedding. I loved dark blues, blacks, greys and whites. Now I love all colors associated with wildflowers, especially oranges, corals (I can’t believe I love coral), greens and whites. Even pinks and purples. I’m shocked. I use to be such a tomboy, and now I love girly colors. What happened? My favorite color is still light grey though. Always.
This will probably further explain my color taste change. I use to love white roses, but overtime it has changed to wildflowers. I think this change happened, because as I get older, memories of my Nanny and Paw Paw mean way more to me than they did when I was a child. I remember my Paw Paw having a wildflower garden, that I didn’t understand when I was young, but now every-time I think about wildflowers, it makes me smile and remind me of my grandparents.
And then there comes the change with scenery. I don’t know what I was thinking when I was younger about moving to the city. I hate the city. I hate being surrounded by a million people, and the hussle and bussle. It was probably because at the time, I hated where I lived, but as I got older, I learned to appreciate that place, and appreciate the farm land. Plus, my love of camping exploded when I was 17. I just love being outdoors, and would never want to feel cooped up in my house like I do in the apartments we’ve had.
This one really surprises me. I’ve wanted white trim for as long as I can remember. Growing up our house had/has stain wood trim, and I never loved it. Travis and I would even argue about painting trim white, or staining it. I was always team white, he was team stain. Well now I’m waiving the white flag! Stained and natural wood trim is still growing on me, but I think that’s what we’ll end up with. I don’t see myself painting trim white, even though it’s so crisp looking, and makes a room so much brighter. I think I’d rather knock out a hole in the wall, stick a window in it for more light, and keep the wood trim.
I can’t believe I’m typing this one. Yellow, oh yellow… I’ve always had a hatred for yellow, but lately it’s been creeping into the home decor section of my brain. Just little bits of yellow, but it’s still there. I can’t believe it, I no longer hate yellow. I blame those wildflowers.
One of the most recent changes, is color of furniture. From I’d say 2007 until 2010, I was buying black furniture. I hated natural wood colored furniture at the type. I thought it look old and ugly. Once we moved into our first apartment, that’s when I started hating all of the black. I wanted to bring the outdoors inside, with natural wood furniture. I ended up selling a bunch of black furniture pieces then, but we still have quite a few left in our apartment: coffee table, end table, bookcase and a cabinet. All of these items will be getting replaced when we buy a house. (By the way, I really, really want that dresser in the picture below! — I also just realized that I spelled furniture wrong below, oops. I have Friday on the brain I guess!)
What has changed taste and color wise for you? Has your taste remained the same or have you done a complete 180? Also, have you ever researched your family history? How far did you get and did you trace it back to “the boat”?!