I am on a tiny house kick. It started innocently enough, reading simplifying books again. That cross-bred with my older daughter’s love of “house books” (decorating books checked out from the library), and I suddenly found myself introducing my older two to the joys of Sarah Susanka’s “Not So Big” series of books. One of my new favorite memories is watching my daughter go through Creating the Not-So-Big House with my mom, explaining to her (in a way only an eight-year-old can) that “there’s lots of details….See? That’s a detail…..”
Towards the back of that specific book, we found the Pears and Cherries and Hilltop cottages, located in a little cottage community in Whidbey Island, Washington. My daughter and I both fell in love with those cottages: so simple, so tiny, and so perfect. So completely impractical for a family of five. (A side note: I’m not really one for jealousy, but “Thou shalt not covet the Pears and Cherries kitchen” needs to be engraved under the photo in that book.)
That led to a few more books; the latest was today when I found Tiny Homes by Lloyd Kahn at the library and pulled it off the shelf. I really thought the kids might have moved on, but it fell open to “The Hobbit House” and both kids “awwwwww”‘d in unison. We brought it home.
I’d read Tammy Strobel’s book (You Can Buy Happiness (and it’s Cheap) ) earlier this year; she lives in an amazingly tiny house after a journey of downsizing, baby step by baby step.
I look at all these houses (and they are tiny houses; Strobel’s house is built on a 8’x16′ trailer) and I am completely fascinated. How do you live in a space that small? Is part of it living in a climate where you can be outside often? Is it simply having a smaller family? I understand the “less stuff” part. I’m not 100% sure, however, where we would put all our people. 🙂
I’m not sure why I’m so drawn to all these little places. Maybe it’s just the idea of being quiet and alone, without all the kids and the dog and the chaos. Maybe it’s the idea of having dramatically less to clean. Maybe it’s the freedom of having to deal with so much less stuff. I don’t really know. It’s been fun reading, though; especially with my older two. I love that the minute the baby is napping, they’ll ask if we can snuggle and look at a book. And in spite of how incredibly enticing these tiny homes are, I love that I can put the baby to bed in her own room, upstairs, and then come down to cuddle on our sofa in a completely separate space, and read.