Somewhere to Live.

Before Rachel and Sol bought the house, a large group of Hispanic immigrants lived here. Apparently my living room was the reception area. There were two bedrooms downstairs and five more upstairs. The owners must have wanted to create a really flashy entrance with their tile.

And that they did. The living room posed the biggest challenge for picking a paint color.

Because of this tile.

Belle's face says it all. "Are you kidding? How are you going to make this tile work?"

With blue gray. Washed denim to be exact.

I didn't move any furniture for the living room. It all belongs to my roommate. The back left door leads upstairs to Rachel and Sol's. That is my table in the back right corner where I've set up my crafts and projects. I'm behind as usual with my scrapbook but maybe it will get done if I have to walk by it to get to the laundry. Or maybe the laundry won't get done.

Our laundry and the second bathroom are through the door on the left.

And as you walk out the front door and you want to check how you look, you can stop at the barn window mirror.

The barn was built in the early 1900s on my grandparents' farm. When my Uncle Keith tore the decaying frame down last year, we requested the windows from the barn.

It was a beautiful barn. My sister, cousin and I played in this barn a lot when we were little. Maybe my mom did too. Probably even my grandpa as a little boy.

I like that my large living room with the crazy tile has a piece of a Kansas barn in it.