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Anyone who’s interested in farmhouse style decorating knows this hashtag well. It’s been floating around the internet for the last year, coupled with pictures of shiplap, stacks of vintage books, hand scraped floors and farmhouse sinks. And while I want my house to have that Fixer Upper warmth and style, I also don’t have an “all in budget” of $300,000. It’s more like $300.00 and a prayer I can make it to the junk fairs before all the good stuff has been picked over.

So how do we give our homes that farmhouse feel without moving to Waco? Here are 5 staples to get the farmhouse feel you want in your home and channel your inner JoJo with out breaking the bank.

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1. Galvanized Metals- If I’ve learned anything from Fixer Upper, it’s that galvanized metals can go anywhere and fit into any season. Whether placing them as a centerpiece for your dining room table, having them in light fixtures, or using them as a functional storage piece for your silver ware, these rustic metals are sure to give your home that farmhouse feel. The possibilities with galvanized metals are endless!

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2. Artificial Greenery and Floral Stems- Nothing says “farm fresh” like bringing the outside in. Bright pops of green ferns and herbs or subtle daisies and forsythia can add a whole new dimension to your home and bring in that country feel you’re going for. And heck, you don’t even have to keep them alive! If you’re going for a more “gardeny”farmhouse look, moss is another fantastic, cheap alternative.

3. Antique Windows and Doors- These are easily some of the cheapest and most transitional pieces of farmhouse decor you can find. And when it comes to windows and doors, the chippier the better! The best thing about them is no two windows or doors are exactly alike, so every one you own is an original and shows off its unique character. They change along with the seasons and can go anywhere in your home.

4. Wooden Accents- Nothing says “farmhouse” more than wooden accents. If you can’t afford the hand scraped floors that JoJo is famous for, wooden pieces are a great way to add texture to your home and incorporate beautiful tones of tans and browns. Their simplicity is timeless and they always leave a lasting impression. Plus wooden accents makes me feel like I’m on “Little House on the Prairie,” and Carolyn Ingalls is my hero, so there’s that.

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5. Scales- Not only are vintage scales darling, but they can be functional pieces as well. It can be hard to find the right balance between rust and paint, but when you find “the one” piled beneath table linens and kitchenware at the local antique store, you don’t hesitate in taking it home, you swipe that beauty up!

So while I’ve never been down to The Silos and I most certainly won’t ever be on “Fixer Upper,” these are some farmhouse accents that I’ve added to my home that fall within my “all in budget.” I hope some of these pieces can be a part of your “happily ever after” and make your home the farmhouse it was meant to be.

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Lauren Eberspacher

I'm Lauren and I'm a work-in-progress farmer's wife, coffee addict, follower of Jesus and a recovering perfectionist. When I don't have my three kids attached at my hip, you can find me bringing meals into the fields, dancing in my kitchen, making our house a home, and chatting over a piece of pie with my girl friends. I'm doing my best to live my life intentionally seeking all that God has for me and my family. Follow me at: www.fromblacktoptodirtroad.com From Blacktop to Dirt Road on Facebook laurenspach on Instagram

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