Darcie lives in St. Paul with her husband and two cats in a tiny house. She has a semblance of a five-year plan and a career in Marketing while she waits for the perfect job as a barista and bean roaster or to become independently wealthy. She thinks she's really funny and is not above listing "Sarcasm" right next to "Farmer's Markets, Home Improvement and Live Music" as a personal interest on her professional resume
There is a tree in the back yard that blossoms with thousands of pink flowers every spring. On a perfect, sunny spring day I lay in the hammock there and read. Nothing beats it.
Those sweet little bluebells that I didn't plant and that grow on the east side of the house, where the hose is, are a tiny detail about my house that just makes it cuter every time they show up. I know they are there, but I'm still always surprised when they bloom each summer.
The smart nooks and crannies built with a forethought to the design. In such a tiny, tiny house every square foot matters. They make me feel like I've got something that is special and secret and that there is a place to put it.
I love that the inside matches the outside. Outside: cream with green trim. Inside: medium gray with green trim. And the cleverly chosen hue of pumpkin yellow for the living room ceiling. Wow, that color combination sounds horrible in theory! But it's so warm and inviting and fresh in real life. It makes you feel like the lights are always on. I never could have come up with it on my own.
The new floors that my hubsbund and I installed ourselves. The first home renovation project we really ever completed together. We're still married and still in love even though he didn't know how to really use a table saw and I was a backseat-table-saw-operator.
I love that our friends join us every summer, dozens of times for backyard bar-bee-ques. Sometimes they end up being events with fifteen people or more, but my favorites are off the cuff with two or three friends who pop in at the last minute...and then the whole shebang ends with bonfire and beers and laughter under the night sky.
The best thing of all the things I love about my house is the feeling I get on occasion when pulling up to park in front after a day at work. I loiter for a minute in the car, look over to the house and think about the last six years spent in it. The fact that we haven't moved an inch, but we've gotten so far. I'm so lucky!
What do you love about your living space?
Friday, May 15, 2009
- fun times
- guest post
- wise words