Friday is cleaning day, every since I was a little kid when I would help my mother dust all of her knick-knacks. I think that’s where I got this idea that there’s one day for cleaning. I do the dishes and sometimes pick up during the week, but usually not. It wouldn’t take as long to have my house “company ready” – especially in The Little House – but on weeks when I’ve been particularly busy, such as this one, it takes me longer to pick up the clutter that’s accumulated than it does to actually clean.
Living Large In Our Little House
One fall, my mother allowed me to choose some wax Halloween figures at the Dime Store to help decorate our house. She spent a dime to .49 cents for the little wax witches, ghosts and pumpkins. That was in the 1960s.
I’ve read these days that collectors think they’re worth much more, but to me, it’s really all about the sentimental value of these little scary guys.
A couple of weekends ago, we spent one whole day going through the approximately 100 boxes of stuff in our metal storage building looking for those figures, as well as the rest of my holiday season décor.
Yes, it’s true; nearly two years after our move, we still are dealing with stuff, and this is the stuff that has survived two purging episodes – one before, and one after the big move.
I’m excited today to have a guest blogger, Kent Griswold, who runs the website www.tinyhouseblog.com It’s interesting to know how people became interested in small house living – and for Kent, this is now not only a passion, but also a business! If you’re interested in different types of small houses, Kent’s blog is great:
My name is Kent Griswold and I am the publisher of the Tiny House
Blog. Kerri asked me to tell you a bit about how I got involved in the
tiny house movement, so here I am!
In a way it started as a fluke because of a dream I’ve had for years
of owning a simple little cabin in the mountains by a lake. When I became
interested in the internet, I started bookmarking builders of small
cabins and tiny buildings. My favorite was the Montana Mobile Cabins
and they later became my first post.
Chatting over the fence in our neighborhood isn’t an option. If we want to talk with one of our neighbors in their backyards, it has to be done by water.
A couple of weeks ago, we did just that, pulling our fishing boat up to our neighbor’s dock early on a Sunday morning. She was out enjoying the beauty of a calm, quiet morning (until we roared up!)
Our backyard neighbors here aren’t sitting on top of each other here either. We’ve learned neighbors here could mean 2 miles up our dirt road onto the blacktop, or 6 miles away over by the fire department.
These particular neighbors are up the mountain a little, around the bend, and back down the other side of the mountain. Although facing a different cove, part of their backyard, as is ours, are the waterways of Bull Shoals Lake.
One of the things we did right when we built The Little House is add plenty of outdoor living space so we could enjoy our natural surroundings while relaxing.
Dale and a neighbor built our deck onto our house in the burbs, but we quickly realized after hosting our first BBQ that a 10 x 12 deck doesn’t give you much room to move – particularly when your husband owns 4 BBQ grills.
When we built The Little House, lesson learned, we added a 24 x 10 party deck to the back and a 24 x 6 covered porch to the front of the house. (more…)
Financially, this year feels like it did when we had the water well dug. For what seemed like forever, there were no crystal clear waters; just mud bubbling everywhere. The harder they tried to find water and the further they dug, the browner the guck that spewed. For days, the brightest color flowing was the green leaving our hands.
In these times, especially, I just thank goodness I have the quiet, peaceful repose of the Little House to settle into at night. Our story for the past year is really no different from millions of Americans, and a lot better than many.Although we did the math before making our move, some things just cannot be predicted: An unprecedented cost of living increase; a layoff from a fairly good paying job in one of the hardest hit industries; loss of health insurance; and yes, water wells much deeper than expected. (more…)
We’ve never really fought over the remote. When we were younger, we had similar tastes in movies and television.
Besides, we were so busy building our lives; we rarely sat in front of the television anyway.
As we grew older though, our tastes did drift apart. Somewhere along the line, Dale developed a love for (more…)
I always start off talking about our Little House by saying we never intended on living here full-time. The 480-square foot one bedroom was great for weekends and vacations the 4 years we used it as a lake home, but I could never imagine us living in it forever. (more…)