by Cathy Baker | Tiny House |
I LOVE tiny houses.
So why is an extreme claustrophobic swooning over these minuscule jewels?
I can’t explain it.
All I know is that the cozy tight quarters speaks to me. Or maybe it’s our tiny budget doing all the talking since a real-sized cabin is out of reach.
A part of me would be willing to sell everything and live debt-free on the side of a mountain. Albeit a tiny part, the idea of roaming chickens, farming organic veggies, and a lower stress level for the hubster holds a certain charm.
And apparently, I’m not alone. Many of you have said how much you enjoy my Tiny House Facebook posts {thank you!} so I plan to share a different tiny house each Friday during the February series of LOVE.
I especially love this tiny house with the adjoining studio. Half books, half vinyl. Oh, yes!
So here’s a fun question for a Friday! What would you store in the adjoining room if you lived in this tiny house?
by Cathy Baker | Tiny House |
Tiny houses. I had a fondness for them before I even knew what they were⏤or should I say, what they would become.
Growing up, my family owned a few acres in the mountains. Atop mega tree trunks a tiny tree house was built—complete with bunk beds, windows, and stairs with a rail.
I didn’t realize it then, but those childhood weekends in our tiny cabin on stilts would become the catalyst for a life time of feeling drawn to the mountains. And dare I say, the desire to one day have a simple place of our own to visit on the weekends.
So imagine my delight the day I spotted a Tumbleweed house on HGTV. For the first time, I felt like my tiny dream could possibly become a reality in the future. Some Tumbleweed houses travel on wheels but we hope to ground ours on a sweet patch of elevated land with the sweet scent of Mountain Laurel surrounding it.
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy. -Lope de Vega
Lazy afternoons, cool lemonade, and a shaded hammock. Summer is the season for dreaming. So what are you dreaming of these days?
Then followed that
beautiful season
Summer
Filled was the air with a dreamy and
magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the
freshness of childhood.
-Henry Wadsworth Long