Another set of Plans

  

The pictures here are from "Lucy" by Shaye and Tom over at DiyHouseBuilding.com. She's their own creation and an amazing little house I discovered through Pinterest. Which I'd barely used before but is now becoming a dangerous addiction.

All the pictures on their website are worth a look, and clicking on either of these will take you to their page. I love how light and airy and open their house seems, even though it's only about 8 feet by 24 feet. And it's so exciting to see how international Tiny Houses have become! They're in New Zealand, got inspiration from the States, and now I'm looking at their plans from Missouri for a house I may someday park in California. Hooray for the internet, right?

I did purchase their plans and plan to use them and the first set to start to put together my own. My days have been very full of graph paper, measuring tapes and storage calculations. I woke up early this morning to the sound of rain outside, imagining what it would be like if it were only a few feet over my head, thinking on what all I needed to have room to store.

I fell back asleep to lists going past in my brain. Clothes, shoes, jackets. Towels, sheets, blankets. Toiletries, toilet paper, soap. Plates, silverware, cups. Pots, mixing bowls, knives. Non perishables, refrigerated food, frozen. Spinning wheel, loom, sewing machine. Fiber, yarn, fabric. Books, DVDs, video games. Desktop, monitor, speakers.

What else, what else, what else...

Revisiting a Wild Place

I spent the last week and a half in California, visiting my moms and spending time where I grew up. And along with lots and lots of talking, watching the Tiny documentary on Netflix, showing my mom my possible floor plans, and eating at every restaurant we could think to visit, we drove out to where we lived until I was 16.

The house I grew up in is gone. It was a single wide mobile home and falling apart by the time we moved to town. In its place, the new owners of the land have built a giant house. Nearly a McMansion, though a very lovely one from the outside. They've done very nice things with the land, a new pasture in place of the old one, and it is good to see the place being taken care of.

But we didn't drive up and knock on the door to go looking. Instead, we went down the road and I visited my wild place. So the picture up there is two months and 30 years after the last one I posted. The road's a bit closer to the tree, the trunk's a bit wider...but then so am I!

It was an incredible visit, to get to share these plans I'm making with my mother, to hear them come out ever more real as I described the research I've done, the decisions I've made, the steps I'm taking.

And it was incredible to again sit where I had as a four-year-old girl, breathing that air, listening to the glorious silence of the country, and know I'm doing what I can to reclaim the same sense of possibility I had then.