So girls, I’m going to share a little secret with you. You see, I have this fantasy. It consumes hours worth of thought. Hours. Are you ready? Here goes…I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of living on a very large piece of land somewhere in the middle of nowhere. You were expecting something a bit more exciting or scandalous, weren’t you? I’m sorry. I’m really kind of boring.
But anyway, getting back to the fantasy, I’m thinking Georgia or Tennessee or maybe one of the Carolinas. By the way, if any of you have land you’re trying to get rid of just let me know. I’ll be happy to take it off your hands. Really, it’s no problem. I know how pesky land ownership can be.
If I wasn’t so delighted by this little dream of mine I might be embarrassed to admit that I devote such huge portions of my day to daydreaming about this. Seriously girls, if I’m scrubbing pots, I’m thinking about my future big country kitchen. If I’m running errands I’m wishing I was driving a pick-up on a dirt road. If I’m sweeping, I’m imagining myself sweeping my future wraparound porch. You get the picture. I’m telling you, I need to be a farm girl or ranch girl or some kind of girl who lives on a massive piece of land in the middle of nowhere. I crave land and trees and rain and gardens. I need that wraparound porch complete with rocking chairs and maybe a porch swing or two. Possibly some apple trees. Definitely a big kitchen. Oh, and a big family room, as well!
My small ones will spend their days roaming the land gathering flowers, examining bugs and getting dirt under their fingernails. My husband is going to be all manly and do lots of heavy lifting and chopping and hauling and stuff outside and then come inside all sweaty and sexy for hot apple pie and ice-cold milk and anything else he might have a hankering for after a hard days work. There will probably be lots of live music and gaiety. Frequent rainstorms are a must. We might even have a tin roof! I’ll throw open the windows each morning and let the fresh air fill our cozy home as I whistle a happy tune. 
You think I’m sugar coating country life, don’t you? Hush! This is my fantasy! Anyway…as soon as I saw this dress (from reVamp), well, it immediately found it’s way into this little dream of mine. Can’t you just see me out on the homestead wearing this cute little number? (I feel certain it’s meant to be worn with bloomers, too, don’t you think?) If I’m going to transform from suburban girl to rural gal there will have to be some wardrobe adjustments, wouldn’t you say? I think so. Yes, absolutely.
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I've been lurking for a while, but this post is the one that pulls me out of lurkdom, because, well, I'm right there with you (um, except for the dress…nothing personal, just that, well, jeans work better for the outdoorsy work)! The thing is, I live on a piece of land (not as large as we'd like, but it's a start) and we're far enough out to call it the boonies (but not so far out that we can't get milk in a half-hour).
I am right there with you, except we're looking more at Idaho and I already have a big ol' truck (kind of sticks out here in Scottsdale).