Welcome to farmhouse chic

I’m Kristy

The voice and photographer behind Farmhouse Chic. I became a shutterbug at a young age, and that hasn’t changed. If you’re passing through my farm country, you might find me trekking into rows of corn or knee-deep in mud, documenting rural American lifestyle and history.

What Inspires Me?
  • Aging structures
  • Letters from the past
  • Fields of rolled hay
  • Relics of yesteryear
  • Wild tangling branches of old oak trees
Kristy Founder of Farmhouse Chic Living

Fun Facts About Me

I’d rather be

horseback riding

Listening to

country music

grateful for

my family

Favorite place

among the lavender

my weekends

barn hunting

favorite craft

flower pressing

flower press with me

Simplify & Organize with me

Make a candle with me

barn in the midwest at golden hour

Where this all began

Outside of a small farming community in central Illinois spreads a quilt of corn, beans, prairie, and gravel roads interconnecting farms and families. The seeds of Walnut Grove gave rise here shortly after the turn of the twentieth century. Early settlers built the farmhouse in this quilt of promise connecting to Walnut Grove Road. 

At that time, the sixteen-acre Walnut Grove began its roots just south of the farmhouse. Accompanying the farmland, the settlers planted walnut trees along the property line, married to the road stretching more than half a mile.

In the 1950s, the south end of Walnut Grove Road was closed, creating what we refer to as a local attraction. You see, during the Cold War, the Airmen of the local Air Force Base were often caught by our Grandfather “parking” with their gals… which led to towing the airmen’s vehicles out of the mud with the tractor. Nowadays, you might catch us giggling when we hear those popular country songs about getting mud on your tires.

Amid the walnut trees and encounters at the end of the road; Walnut Grove was a place of raising cattle, harvesting corn and beans, drying your laundry outdoors, bailing and hauling hay, making jams and jellies from the fruit trees, and canning the garden’s yield. 

While much time was spent doing chores, we always made time for fun. We enjoyed building hay forts in the barn, fishing in the pond, dipping into Mom’s cookie dough, jumping in piles of straw from the hayloft, horseback riding in the snow, and just being kids.

It was also the place of many beginnings and hard truths. Walnut Grove is where we took our first steps and spoke our first words. Barefoot in the garden, we learned the reward of the fruits of labor with the tastes of the seasons.

Out in the fields, we learned to steer Dad’s pickup truck while he dropped bales of hay for the cattle.  And across the pastures, we learned to ride and hang on tight with our beloved Appaloosa, Ginger Boy. During winter on the frozen pond, we learned to ice skate and appreciate a warm cup of Mom’s hot cocoa. 

No matter the adventure, chore, or life lesson; we were always together. Walnut Grove is where we learned the meaning of family.

It is with our cherished Walnut Grove I bring Farmhouse Chic Living to you. So, kick off your shoes and settle in for a slice of farmhouse living – barefoot and beautiful.