The color white used to remind me of an asylum (oops, too soon?) But it's true. I used to get severe One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest when I say interiors bathed in virginal white.
But now that I've matured (HA!) and I've done my research (think binge watching HGTV 24/7), I love white. White bed sheets, white cabinets, white tiles, white walls--come at me angels and bathe me in white because I'm a woman obsessed (and maybe possessed).
Ignore my scary domestic ramblings, but I cannot wait until I'm a homeowner. It will most likely be a home the size of a shoe box, but it'll be a white shoebox, boats n' hoes.
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