Lainey Wilson doesn’t just sing country, she lives it in every corner of her Nashville home, where leopard print staircases meet Grand Ole Opry wood floors and stories hang on the walls just like gold records.

When Architectural Digest showed up with cameras to tour her house, what they captured was not some polished celebrity mansion full of sterile white walls. Instead, they found a sanctuary that feels as country as a front-porch sunset, while still being wild and loud enough to match Lainey’s bell-bottom personality.

The first thing you see when you walk in is leopard print carpet on the stairs. That is the same print Lainey wore on her very first pair of bell bottoms, and it is bold, unapologetic, and perfectly her. She has always said her music feels like colors and textures, and you can tell she poured that same imagination into her house. Even her wallpaper catches the light in a way that looks like gold records, and her ceiling literally sparkles with glittering gold. It is not subtle, and that is the point.

Right off the entryway hangs a portrait of her 31-year-old horse, Tex, her “baby” who taught her about life and loyalty long before she topped the country charts. That detail says more about Lainey than anything else. She did not hang platinum plaques first, she hung Tex. Family, roots, and animals come before fame, and that is the country way.

Step into the living room, and you will find her dog, Hippie Mae, running the place like she pays the mortgage. A massive candle called “Big Ass Candle” burns in the corner, while a lamp made by a friend glows with Western charm. Even her terracotta walls nod to Arizona and New Mexico, bringing that dusty desert vibe right into Tennessee. And the curtains nearly caused an international incident because pirates literally hijacked the shipment three times before the fabric finally arrived on the fourth attempt. Lainey laughs about it, but you can tell the curtains earned their place.

Every detail has a story. There is a light fixture shaped like a tree, photos that inspired her “Somewhere Over Laredo” music video, and even a record player ready to spin when she is hosting friends. And when she says she is a good host, she means it. Miranda Lambert and Brendan McLoughlin have sat at her kitchen table eating jalapeño poppers and “Duck’s steak,” since Duck is her fiancé and not an animal on the menu.

Her kitchen is not just for cooking, it is a hangout spot where she has written songs, laughed through arguments, and built memories. She has her fancy McKenzie Childs bowls and butter dishes, but she also stuffed the microwave down by the floor because she did not feel like paying extra to install it somewhere else. That is Lainey, half Southern glam and half no-nonsense practicality.

The Emerald Hall leads you into one of the funkiest spots in the house, her Jungle Room, inspired by a trip to Elvis Presley’s Graceland. Velvet paintings from the 1970s hang on the walls, a massive couch invites bandmates to pile in for jam sessions, and yes, there is even a tip jar for when she is mixing old fashioneds. She will tell you she is a damn good host, and when co-writers start dropping $20 bills in her jar, you know it is true.

Lainey’s home does not just flex her personality, it also honors her family. Hanging proudly on the wall are her daddy’s first guitars, reminders of a man who used to sing to passing cars from atop a picnic table. Now those same guitars sit in the home of his daughter, who went from small-town Louisiana to Opry induction. That is full-circle country magic.

Her closet is every bell-bottom dream come true. Tour outfits, vintage blouses she dug up from eBay, and enough boots to run her own store fill the room. She laughs that she should never buy another piece of jewelry again, although she just launched her own line, so that might not happen anytime soon. One fan even gave her a vintage Grand Ole Opry belt buckle that she received right before her Opry induction. Call it foreshadowing or fate, but either way, it is pure country poetry.

In the bedroom, she keeps it cozy with heavy curtains, jade horses her parents once tried to pawn off on her, and the kind of atmosphere that feels like shutting out the world after a long run on the road. She admits Duck did not get much say in the decorating. “My way or the highway,” she jokes. But the house is her in every sense. It is Western, hippie, eccentric, sentimental, and completely original.

The landing upstairs is lined with her plaques and trophies, but she is quick to note that most of her awards are on display at the Country Music Hall of Fame, where she has already earned her own exhibit. Among the most cherished items is preserved wood from the original Ryman Auditorium stage, handed to her on the night she was inducted into the Grand Ole Opry. Elvis, Dolly, Hank, and Cash all stood on that very wood, and now so has Lainey Wilson.

For all the glitter ceilings and funky lamps, the real heart of Lainey’s house is what it represents. It is a collage of her life, from Tex the horse to her daddy’s guitars to her own hard-earned milestones. It is not built to impress design magazines, although it clearly did, but rather to reflect a life lived loud, proud, and country to the bone.

At the end of her tour, Lainey jokes, “You ain’t gotta go home, but you can’t stay here.” And that is the truth of it. Her Nashville sanctuary is not about showing off. It is about grounding herself in who she is, where she came from, and the stories she is still writing. Just like her music, it is bold, a little wild, and impossible not to love.