Tiny House Floor Plan and a Metric Ton of Details.

Tiny-House-Floor-PlanJessica brought it to my attention that I’ve never posted a floor plan of our tiny house. This is exactly the type of thing that bothers me when I’m perusing other tiny house sites, so thanks for the reminder!

Above is a basic picture of our tiny house floor plan that I quickly drew up in Pages. Here is a Sketchup image, courtesy of Casey:


Here’s all you (n)ever wanted to know about the house:

Living room: We have no plans as of yet for furniture in this room other than a stand up desk (a fold-down, wall-mounted Ikea table) for Casey. I read years ago on someone’s tiny house blog that he waited to see how he used the space before building a bunch of furniture. In space planning, this is called “desire lines.” Architects/landscape architects will wait to see the paths of least resistance carved into the grass before they pour sidewalks. In the meantime, we will have a bunch of floor pillows for lounging.

Entryway: This area is raised 8″ from the other two thirds of the house to accommodate the wheel wells of the trailer. The back wall will be covered in cabinets for storage. This is the wall where our mini-split ductless AC/heater will be. The fridge will be in the far right cabinet next to the kitchen.

Kitchen: Tankless water heater under the sink, a Camp Chef stove (affiliate link) because we could not find a correctly sized, well-priced oven, a stove vent, and a CO detector of course.

Bathroom: 36″ wide. Ofuro tub made of plywood and fiberglass by Casey so I have a place to soak when my endometriosis acts up (he’s the best!). Tiny Ikea sink underneath the window. Humanure bucket toilet, TP storage next to it, cabinets above the toilet for bathroom stuff like cases of deodorant, extra toothbrush heads, etc.

Loft: Two skylights in the ceiling, two awning windows for circulation. I think the loft is less than 3′ at the highest point. I can sit up inside the skylights and not hit my head (I’m 5’7″ tall). I am horribly claustrophobic, but all of the bright light makes this space incredibly open and cozy at the same time. I spend hours up here while Casey builds. We’ll have some type of foam sheeting up there for a “mattress.” I think we’re going to go all out and get enough pieces to cover the entire loft floor like one giant mattress. We’re both sprawlers so I’m looking forward to having an 8.5′ wide bed. The loft is open to the rest of the house:DSC_0005

Land: we have a piece of unrestricted (yay!) land (about 2/10 acre) with this view:landview

The land has a small cabin on it already that we will use for a studio. There is already high speed internet and electricity, and all of the mountain cedar has been cleared out, which is really a big freaking deal. We’ll be buying more rain barrels for water catchment (there is one on the property already), and I’ll be setting up a greywater garden of some kind.

Other info: the tiny house is on a trailer. It’s 13.5′ tall from the ground to the pitch of the roof. So far we’ve spent maybe $14k on it, and that includes the $3200 trailer, $1500 to have someone install the most gorgeous standing seam roof you’ve ever seen in your life, and brand new windows and doors. We’ve actually purchased everything new, mostly at Lowe’s. Scavenging for materials is admirable but doesn’t work for us. The land was less than $17k. When it’s all said and done, we will have a custom-built home and studio on a quiet piece of land for around $33k, or about the cost of three and a half years of apartment rent. That’s not keeping in mind what we save on utilities, furniture, and general “stuff.” We are a bit of a ways out of the city but we’re not far from a grocery store.

Let me know if you have any more questions!

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Tiny House Update: Porch Progress!!!

There are approximately one million steps in the tiny house process. Some steps are small and some are large. Some take forrrrrever and are completely hidden and others take half a day and are a huge visual payoff. I prefer the latter, for obvious reasons. And there are some that take forever and are a huge visual payoff, and some that are completely hidden and take half a day or like five seconds. There are many combos of these. You get it. Moving on.

Casey has been wiring the house over the last few weeks, and while the thrill of being able to click a switch in the wall (no lights quite yet) is wonderful, it’s something we have to point out to people who drop by.

This is something that needs no explanation or introduction:

THISONETHATONENo more Tyvek on the porch!!! No more Tyvek on the porch!!! By the way, as simple as this looks, it took half the day and THREE trips to Lowe’s. Through the magic of the Internet, it appears in front of you now as a two-second process with no decisions or sawdust on your clothes.

We were planning on just sealing the with a clear coat, but I have now decided that we should stain it. Unbeknownst to Casey. ;-) I will convince him with the power of a thousand Houzz images. Marital miscommunication. OF COURSE WE WILL STAIN IT. Casey had the idea first. I thought he said “clear coat only” and I had the hope that the wood would not be yellow when we picked it up from the store. The “clear coat only” part is apparently not what happened. My ears. They don’t listen so good.

Casey also finally put the last two pieces of decking on the deck. We ran out of wood like, a year and a half ago? and never bought the final board. Until yesterday. Now we have a finished deck. I think the best part is coming around the corner up to the tiny house and seeing such a finished look. And stepping out onto the deck feels so cozy. Like you’re being blanketed in wood. Or something.

The next project area to be tackled is plumbing. I originally typed “the next step is plumbing” but that makes it sound like plumbing is one step, a single item to be checked off of the list. Nothing in a tiny house is a single item. Listing things out like that in the past slowed us way, way down. Now we have a verrrry general project outline and we take it one step at a time.

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That Time I Became a Published Author.



Well, I’m in a magazine.

Do you like how I said that? Like I’m totally calm, cool, and collected about it?

Because in reality I gleefully tore open the envelope and actually squeaked, yes, squeaked, when I saw my name in print in the table of contents. Then I ran upstairs and used the magazine as a fake top hat as I danced across the floor in front of Casey while singing “Rose’s Turn.” Not making any that up.

I am completely honored to have had my first essay submission to any real live magazine be published.

I’ve been too excited to read the stories from fellow submissions, but I can’t wait to dive in and read of the brave souls who doubtless had a much more difficult journey out of faith than I did.

You can buy the issue Free Inquiry here! And if you’re feeling charitable, check out the Center for Inquiry’s Freethought Book Project, wherein they are sending scientific and rational-thought books to prisoners. Be sure to check out the testimony from one of the recipients of the books. It’s a charitable cause well worth your money.

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How I’m Dealing with My Internet Problem.


I’ve been in a bit of a January, gloomy, funk. It’s really cloudy in San Antonio in January, and in addition to that, it’s cedar season. If you don’t know what that is, consider yourself lucky. Cedar-Juniper is the most potent pollen on earth, or so says, well, science. It doesn’t fuck around, and cedar trees can release so much pollen at once that it looks like the trees are on fire. Welcome to Dante’s Pollen-ferno. Cedar season lasts about seven weeks (Christmas Day on the nose through mid-February) and I think this is week three, so we’ve nearly climbed the mountain at this point. February and March are typically the most beautiful weather months in South Texas, so there’s that to look forward to before the land and trees are literally on fire from drought, heat, and errant cigarette butts tossed onto highway medians.

So I’ve been feeling generally depressed but not unhappy, if that makes sense, and spending way too much time doing abso-fuck-all on the Internet as I am wont to do. Yesterday for funsies I challenged myself to not use the computer all afternoon. I made it from noon-6:30 PM (with copious help from a Neil deGrasse Tyson book, knitting, and a nap) mounted to physical pain when I told myself no. I started counting every time I felt the urge to surf, and it was, well. It was a lot. Like once every three minutes, a lot. But it tapered off radically after the first thirty minutes and I was able to push through getting some things done, like cleaning and working on a creative project. In the midst of sewing the edges of my spiral notebook cover prototype, I was pondering the root of my time spent on the Internet (about four hours a day on average) and realized that I go to the Internet for two reasons:

1) Boredom.

2) I’m sleepy and don’t want to calm my brain down enough to take a nap.

3) I’m hungry.

4) When there’s a decision that needs making and I don’t want to make it.

The last one is the most concerning to me. The decision can be big (“How do I start preparing my taxes?”), medium (“What size should I cut this piece of leather?”), small (“What’s for lunch?”), or embarrassingly minute (“Do I have the energy to pee right now?”). I’m presented with all four types of decisions, and my instinct and action are: “Computer time!!!” Taken over time, a lot of these snowball. Especially the medium ones, because they have to do with creative projects. “What color yarn should I use next?” or “How am I ever going to line up these stitch holes on this leather?” seem innocuous enough decisions to delay, but if I’m constantly avoiding them, the project never moves forward. Ever.

It’s been really helpful to me even in the last 24 hours to have this knowledge. I’ve realized over the last few years that if there is a behavior that I want to change, simply cutting the temptation out doesn’t work. I need the Internet to make my life easier. It’s easy to communicate, it’s easy to promote my business, I like blogging, I like gathering recipes. In the past I thought I needed to cut myself off from it entirely. But that isn’t the case. Because the Internet usage I just listed are not behaviors that need to be curtailed. It’s the mindless browsing for hours. It’s reading Instagram feeds that make me ragey. It’s engaging in fruitless discussion in online forums. It’s keeping up with other people’s lives, people I don’t even know. It’s sitting down “just to check my email” and then two hours later getting up and saying “What was it I’m supposed to be doing?” not knowing, and then going back to the computer again because it’s easy and it’s there.

I’m starting a part-time job next week (yay!), and I want my mornings to be productive creative times. For writing, for crafting, for resting. Instead of waiting for a routine to happen, I’m making it happen now. I’m instilling the behaviors I want to be instilling: reading a book instead of a website, cleaning up instead of commenting, knitting instead of surfing, meal-planning instead of browsing pictures of other people’s meal-planning, knocking projects off of the to-do list instead of reading about new ways to make to-do lists. I’m not banning myself from blogs this time, I’m not putting a timer on my computer, I’m not setting any rules or blocking anything that isn’t already blocked. I’m just making myself, for most of the time, do other things and confront my life head-on, especially when it makes me uncomfortable.

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Tiny House Update: First of the New Year.

Happy New Year, everyone! I rang it in with Kathy and Anderson on CNN as always (everyone else in the house was asleep already). Still upset to hear that John Zarella is leaving the network (thanks a bunch, Zucker) but it’s a sinking ship anyway, right? Even the violins have stopped playing.


I mentioned that we were taking a new tactic in regards to the tiny house: a little here, a little there. Just like I did with all that weaving last fall. In the last three weeks, so much progress has been made using that strategy.

Casey just did a detailed write up (with photos) on his blog. Check it out!

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Tiny House Update: A Little Here and There.

doorlightsOur new tiny house strategy is a little bit here. A little bit there.

I don’t know why it took us so long to do it this way, but I think it’s because Casey hammered out 10-hour days at the very beginning of the build (which is how we went from zero to tiny-house-framed-roofed-and-sided in two months) and anything less than that seemed like there was no point in even doing it. Anyway, enough of that line of thinking. A little here. A little there.

It’s adding up. We spent two hours at the house today under the darkening sky. I painted another coat on the door, putting warming lights on it (we have the BEST tiny house build location/landlords) to get the paint to dry in the dropping temperatures.

While I painted, Casey was in the shed working on our Japanese-style soaking tub.

It started with a big slab of hardwood plywood after 30-some hours of Casey redoing the plans that we bought that were wrong, wrong, WRONG:



Many, many, many cuts:caseyhandsAnd then he was suddenly halfway finished with the beginnings of a custom soaking tub:

partsI made my way back into the tiny house for a better photo of the bathroom wall, in all of its glory:

bathwallAfter two hours, we went back home, content with several more steps checked off the ever-long tiny house completion list.

Tomorrow, we press onward again with just a little bit more progress.

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Rolling Right Along.

It’s Christmas Eve and I finally feel like writing again.

And even better for you, it’s a tiny house update post! (If you follow my Instagram you’ve already seen some of this.)

Here’s what our front door looked like a few days ago:



And now (two coats of paint later and more to come):



And in even more exciting news (drumroll please), it’s a BATHROOM WALL!IMG_0180The bathroom wall is directly under the loft, which has made the loft not creaky any more. Which is wonderful. Also notice the orange spaghetti in the bottom right hand corner. More wiring! And we made about ten decisions yesterday. Decisions are tiny house currency. If that makes sense. It’s the number one best thing ever when you are building a tiny house. Completed decisions.

I’m not drunk right now, I promise. High on life and two hours playing with dogs outside in the sunny, gorgeous (!!!) weather.

I’ve had a huge boost of creativity in the past few days and have been indulging it. I have an Annie’s seed catalog on the floor that I CANNOT order from until I have a better watering system set up. I stole my mom’s pyrographer and am making a spiral notebook cover. I even dusted off and oiled my floor loom. That’s right! Fancy weaving! Not just plain weave. It’s like something’s come unblocked in me. Maybe it’s just surviving another birthday. It usually is.

So it’s Christmas Eve. Tomorrow will be spent with family. No gifts, just food. I have two lasagnas to make tonight. I may go back and steal those dogs we were playing with earlier. Because it’s Christmas, you know.

Happy Christmas, everyone. If I don’t see you around until 2014, it’s because I’m moving forward. So happy new year as well, just in case. If you’re looking for me on my very favorite holiday, I’ll be in front of the TV ringing in the new year with Kathy and Anderson, as always.


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Expectations vs. Reality.


I expected to gross a crap-ton of money this weekend at Renegade. I grossed about $1400 (about $400 the first day which was painful; and then $1000 the second).

I expected to maybe make a few contacts. I didn’t expect to meet a really awesome, honest fellow artist with whom I was able to discuss small business strategies endlessly. I didn’t expect to meet bloggers and shop owners and fellow weavers and future weavers and people who had already seen my business online and were excited to meet me.

I expected to sell a Lux scarf. I didn’t expect to sell two of them and have both women wear them out. One of them actually handed me her old scarf and told me to throw it away. The other joked about handing her old scarf over to throw it away, saying “What am I supposed to do now with this piece of shit scarf?”as she happily wrapped the new Lux one around her neck.

I expected to spend a few days in another city, mostly focused on Renegade and not much else. I didn’t expect to fall head over heels in love with Chicago. (Chicago!!!)

I expected to take dozens of photos of the trip. I didn’t expect to be more comfortable staying in the moment and taking everything in with my eyes for my own personal consumption.

I have so much more to say about craft fairs and small business and I still need to gather up all of my receipts to see what my financial take was from Renegade, which I will be doing a full writeup of as promised. I wasn’t expecting to get into San Antonio at midnight, go to bed at 2am and then sleep until noon yesterday, so this post is short as I collect all of my thoughts, wash eighteen loads of laundry (exaggeration) and get back into daily routines, examining what my next actions should be with my business.

I hope that the simple $1400 number is enough to tide everyone over who was waiting to see how much money I grossed. And I hope your weekend was full of snow.

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I’m writing this post before we leave for Renegade because it is Wednesday December 4 right now but if you’re reading this it is likely that right now is actually Monday December 9 and on Monday December 9 I will not be at a computer to write about what happened this last weekend. On December 4 my head is full of an anxious to-do list and expectations that may or may not be met but on Monday December 9 my head will be full of whatever happened from Renegade, and you might be wondering, too. So I keep thinking “what will people want to read on Monday?” and then I think “I have no idea, but I know what I want to be thinking about on Monday as I’m sitting here worrying on the previous Wednesday.”

On Monday, I want to be thinking about my empty/ considerably lighter suitcase and the full wallet in my purse. On the previous Wednesday, I’m worrying that the TSA will damage absolutely everything in that suitcase and how should I pack the three bags I’m taking?

On Monday, I want to be thinking about the notebook full of business card contacts and connections I made. On the previous Wednesday, I’m worrying about all of the homemade frozen food I’m bringing along with us to save money and whether or not it will make it to our hotel and be tasty upon consumption.

On Monday, I want to be thinking about my weekend full of talking to people and teaching them about weaving. On the previous Wednesday, I’m worrying about getting my tiny loom packed up and if I should try to take my big huge loom instead because it folds up nicely and won’t people want to see me making an expensive scarf, not the inexpensive ones? and WHAT IF NOBODY BUYS ANYTHING AND MAKES FUN OF ME and says they can buy the same crap at Target for less money?

On Monday, I want to be thinking about a memory card full of photos of the Pulaski Park Fieldhouse and an Instagram feed full of Renegade for you all to have perused over the weekend, if that’s your thing. On the previous Wednesday, I’m worrying about finding my camera charger even though it’s always in the same place but I always think it’s somewhere else.

So, what actually happened Renegade weekend I will post on Wednesday December 11, in all the gory detail you could ever want.

I hope your weekend (that has not yet happened on Wednesday December 4) was unexpected in all of the best ways, and for those of you waiting for things like tiny house updates and my film to FINALLY be developed and the photos posted on the blog, Renegade being out of the way clears the path for stuff like that to come back into my brain. It’s more difficult than most people can imagine to get ready for something like Renegade. It’s all encompassing and eats your life and your calendar and your brain space and your time. On December 4, I’m sitting here hoping that all of the effort the last three months has been worth it when I wake up on December 9. Which would be today, if you’re reading this.

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