Hi.
My name is Jenna.
I love Conway Twitty.
The Rolling Stones.
And also Aerosmith.
And all 80’s Rock.
And Reba McEntire.
And Nelly.
I believe all of those go best with cheap beer.
Or in a collected, vintage, modern space.
With Grunt Labor and the circus.
I come from a small country town in Tennessee that had two red lights growing up.
They are up to three now because of the new Wal-Mart.
I lived on a farm for most of my childhood.
We had cows.
And chickens.
But that ended badly when the roof flew off the coop and they got eaten by a cat, dog, and coyotes.
My pap is my hero.
He taught me the value of hard work.
And how to mow a yard – because he wouldn’t let me on the tractor.
He’s a reason I am who I am.
Eventually, I left that small town and my southern belle title was revoked.
And that was ok because it was time for a new chapter.
That involved chocolate milk.
And living with two guys in a tiny house.
And getting married by someone who didn’t even speak English.
And then living with three guys.
And moving from a brand new house to a foreclosure.
And discovering that my real passion is all things home and also a little bit of fashion here and there.
And then I popped out a kid.
And I determined that I cuss too much.
My parental skills are lacking.
I’m snarky.
And kind of a redneck.
And I am embracing every one of those characteristics.
I am flying my own freak flag.
Are you?
Because if you aren’t, you should be.
Why would you want to fly anyone else’s flag other than your own?
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