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Tiny House Kitchen Tour ~ where the magic happens

So much detail in such a small space. My kitchen has to be my absolute favourite room in our tiny home!

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Robin propositioned me many times for space saving ideas in the kitchen. Such as a camp fridge that opens from the top, a convection over with a single stove top burned, a mini sink. But our little kitchen was one of the few areas in our home where I was not willing to compromise on comfort. Because.. of course… its where the magic happens. So much pleasure is to be found in creating tasty dishes. Especially with the family.

So Robin got innovative and imaginative with my endearing requests and created me the most pleasant of spaces.

Here is the build before, during and after. We were gifted the cupboard door timber which was from old wall lining, they had a yellow tinge, which didn’t go with anything in the home. This is why we decided to paint over them. Due to their natural and beautiful imperfections, we simply shabby chiced the doors to embrace the earthy, shack like, rustic look.

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The wall colour came around interestingly… I knew we wanted a fresh light look to open the smaller space. So we started with white undercoat and then to save a cent, purchased a mix of paints from the dump shop and found some left over paint in the shed of the rental we lived in at the time. So this warm, off white colour is a mix of all that we scrummaged together.

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Our house is wired with 24Volt, which is how a caravan or a boat is wired. This way Robin could do it himself. However, we do have one outlet that provides 240Volt that came with the Solar System we purchased from the incredibly helpful and quality Rainbow Power Company. Our biggest power consumer is the fridge and we had to get this LG Inverter Linear fridge from the mainland as it has the best power consumption in terms of the surges that is available at this time. We decided it was financially better to get a more expensive fridge than it was to upgrade the solar system to run a typical fridge. I love that its a normal family size fridge. Though I did want white, (not an option for this type of fridge)… can’t always have everything.

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Robin made me some great space saving storage tucked behind the fridge, so the home looks tidy. This is where we also have our power pack to charge all our appliances.

Speaking of electrical, as the lighting is 24Volt, we have had to use boating switches. I love the novelty this presents for fun and creativity in the home. From the back of our house, the Stern (bathroom) to the front where our bedroom is, the Cockpit. I love the unique hardwood box he made me to store it all, it’s just gorgeous!

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Oh our sink. I love our sink! I always have loved the Butler sink and we searched high and low to track it down. There is a certain class I was seeking and our sink feature brings about exactly the look I wanted. Its Valley bath, one of my favourite times of the day. We don’t have a bath in our bathroom so it was an excellent two in one option for the kids.

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Every corner or our tiny home has details that I adore. One thing with owning our home is that we had the freedom to make it what we pleased. BUT… having a tiny home, meant we could afford to get creative in every section of the home. There are still a few minor details I need to tend to but in time they will come.

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Keep a eager eye out for my upcoming blogs on the rest of our home.

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Why live in a tiny home?

For me the answer is rather simple. The pros outweigh the negatives by a long shot. But before I answer, perhaps a journey down memory lane is in order.

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My parents were nomads, missionaries and entrepreneurs. In my childhood I went to 9 different schools, move 10 times, lived in Australia and abroad, been raised in remote communities and cities, lived in three sheds, homes that dad built with his own hands and perhaps the greatest adventure was spending almost a year on the road with my three siblings and parents in a horse drawn wagon.  Which, in hindsight, makes me realise this is not the first tiny home I have dwelled in.

 

Throughout my childhood I saw my parents tremendously free, wildly adventurous and debt free. We never had lots, Dad was too much of change/adventure seeker to be in any stable job for too long. Change was normal… even exciting!

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Regardless of our income, because my parents raised me thinking outside of the box and making materialistic sacrifices, I saw my parents free from mortgages, free being bound in a consumeristic mindset and enthralled by life

 

I grew to love living uniquely, learning money does not buy happiness and learning that I can be extremely content living differently than the status quo.

At 17 years old I was swept off my feet by my South African Mountain Man. He was my soulmate from the moment my eyes set upon him and as my soulmate he is likeminded, being grounded and adventures all at the same time. By 18 I became his wife and we started to dream and build a life together.

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So why a tiny home?

We want to live debt free and we’re willing to live alternatively to do so. Since moving into my our tiny home i’ve had people have compassion on me, stating sympathetically, “everyone has to start somewhere”, “it’s just a season”, “it’s ok you live in a tiny home, don’t worry about what people will think”. I assure you, I don’t. I saw the quote “it’s ok to live a life others don’t understand”. And it really is ok! Being debt free means that we are able to have freedoms that many aren’t privileged to. For me, debt is like depression. A yucky black cloud sitting over your head that you can see but can’t shift. And I am not interested in the cloud.

 

We are lovers of the earth. We have been made responsible to be caretakers of this beautiful planet and unfortunately as a whole, us humans aren’t doing so good. The hunger for power and money has led to the destruction of our planet and it hurts my heart. I want to be a faithful steward with what I have been given, as does my family. So we adjusted our lifestyle. We are off the grid, have a compost toilet, a self created garbage disposal system. Every item we purchase has to have a purpose and is kept to a minimum. Even the footings for our home is designed not to leave a permanent mark is we leave this abode some day.

 

We want our children to know money doesn’t buy happiness. Some of my happiest years were when I did not have a lot. However, it doesn’t take long when living back in mainstream, western society for bad (or normal to most) habits start popping up and becoming the norm. This is the main reason even before the tiny home, we have been television free. My Valentine will see the world differently, will think critically, challenge the status quo and find content in simplicity… because that how he will be raised.

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We like having a home. Home is a sanctuary. Home is where you can come and rejuvenated so that when you leave home you have a full cup to invest yourself into other humans and the world. I’m a proud homemaker and keeper. Plus, when it comes to our vocational choices, both my Mountain Man and my passions lie in supporting and connecting with other humans. To have real eternal purpose and value. So to do this, we need a sanctuary that can support our personal and spiritual growth.

 

Plus renting sucks. Having people own the four walls surrounding your existence means you can’t live freely and proudly as I hope to. Being scrutinised at inspections and having to fight for bond though you left a place cleaner then you arrived is not my idea of fun. I always struggled with renting. You can’t put a picture on the wall, have others coming through your home to make sure you’re kept accountable to the owner. It just isn’t the same without being yours. With a tiny home, I can paint walls, take ownership and do what I like. I like that.

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My Mountain Man got creative with the electrical box… Our bedroom is the cockpit bahahaha
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My latest edition is the installation of our fireplace.
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Our home is still a work in progress as my Mountain Man is now working and I am getting bit by bit done between baby sleeps zzz

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So we spent our small fortune, took 6 months off, had a baby and built a tiny home. And we are so glad we did.

 

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Moments from our first month ~ A work in progress in a tiny home. 

Living in a tiny home is a adjustment to“normal” western society living. I refer to it as ‘conscious living’ rather than ‘unconscious consumerism’. Every time we turn on the tap, use an electrical appliance, make a purchase or even receive a gift, we have to do it mindfully. I love the CHOICE we made to live tiny. I love that my son will learn money does not buy happiness. I love that I am happier now then I have ever been, in my <26sqm home.

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Our first month in our tiny home took a bit to adjust to but gave us many memories.

My mountain man sweat day and night to get the home done by the time our rental was up. However, due to the wait time for our solar to arrive, we were without electricity. He couldn’t install the pump or turn on the fridge, which left us waterless and powerless for the best part of four months.

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In this time, I got lots of comments about how impossible it is to do without water with a baby. But I found, if life gives you lemons, make lemonade. In my experience, when life offers discomfort or difference, that’s where the memories are made. While I walked with a friend twice a week, I did my washing at her place. The bed sheets and towels got quite neglected but hey, we had clean undies. And for this short season I had to use disposables because MCN (modern clothe nappies) were far too much washing. Thankfully, now we have water I am able to turn back to cloth nappies (good for the pocket and the environment).

We would cart our drinking and washing water in with a bucket and showers were mostly done with a wet wipe.

Actually, a funny story was, because it’s summer here, we were able to swim in the dam for a “shower”. I say shower with quotation marks because it often was more of a mud bath then a cleansing bath. This one time, I came out of the dam with two leeches attached to my leg! Some shower that was.

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The second hurdle was we had no power too. Luckily we were only in an esky for 10 days and you realise how much you appreciate and rely on a fridge until you don’t have one and are not camping.

Having no lights wasn’t an issue as day light saving and being so far south meant we had extended periods of light.

Charging phones were done on the road in our cars. But all in all, we survived the adventure, and came out thriving.

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It’s nice to be living on the land, with our now fully functional tiny home. We still have doors to install, gardens to plant and the exterior to paint, but I am so happy living in my work in progress home.

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Today’s turn of unexpected events

Today I am 34 weeks pregnant.

This is the first day that I am on my own since moving to Tasmania and my husband banned me from doing anything but setting up my nursery and pack hospital bag as he noticed the impact of me not being able to nest and rest for the most of my pregnancy. This gave me great joy.

So we awoke and shared a lovely morning meal by the fireplace.

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Simply perfect.

I packed him a lunch box and Robin set off for the day to work on the foundations for ‘the Shearer Shack’.

A day where I do not have to get out of my pj’s was much needed and sounded just delightful. Slowly but surely I enjoyed the quite morning unpacking all the beautiful items I was gifted at my baby shower and preparing for Baby Bear’s arrival. In amongst nesting, I did some washing too.

 

Now our house has doors that lock automatically when the door is closed, so you either need to be on the inside or have a key when you exit the building. When I go outside I usually wedge the door open slightly or take a key with me.

Upon exiting the home for the second load of washing the wind took the door and slammed it shut, locking me out. We have a coded lock at the back door but pregnancy brain took its toll and there was nothing I could do to remember the code.

So here I am. Messy bed hair, no bra, house slippers, and a big bathrobe standing outside in the winter Tasmanian winds. My phone, keys and dignity all locked away within the home.

At this point we only have lived in Tasmania itself for 5 days and with my sense of direction, I could not remember where anyone we had met in our time here lived. There was no way my restless self was going to sit around for several hours waiting for Robin to come home.

I knew Robin was working 9 minutes from home. The road leading there was 100km/h and so my calculations had me at being able to walk that distance in about 2 hours. Math isn’t my strong point, and worse so pregnant.

Luckily for the wind that was around today the first load of washing was mostly dry. They were of course, all of Robins clothing, so I wacked on three of his slightly damp shirts, a pair of tracksuits and found my gumboots by the front door. K, dressed… enough. And set out for my hike.

Over the last week my pregnancy symptoms were pretty severe having me in tears just about everyday but today was different and I was determined to not let anything bring me down. I set out on my adventure to be with the one I love.

The first 2 km I was going strong, but after that started feeling niggles and pains. At the point I was limping along I had the brilliant idea of hitch hiking. At this point I had done nothing about my bed hair so you can imagine the sight. Messy little, massively pregnant pregnant lady on the side of a rural country road. To my surprise, it seemed pregnancy didn’t add to peoples sympathy in picking up a random from the side of the road. Countless cars drove by and I was determined to continue the journey.

I had made 4km of ground when I started thinking this might not have been my brightest plan but there was no point turning back. At this point if I sat down and rested a couple of minutes every kilometre it would relieve my back pain enough to continue a little further. I really was enjoying the fresh hair and singing to my Jesus as I continued to put one foot in front of another.

Two hours into my walk the Lord sent me a saint. A fella who had just become a grandad 10 days ago so was visiting his new grandchild from Western Australia. He was out and about running errands for his family when pity fell upon him and he picked me up. At the point I had covered 5km and didn’t realise there was 7km more to go to the Shearer Shack. I was so grateful I actually ran for the first time since 17 weeks pregnant. No, more like sprinted the 20 meters to his car door.

We chatted and drove the 7 km together and about 400 meters before the entrance to the property I see Robin driving in his car the opposite direction, presumably driving home. Oh no :/

I waved at Robin with little hope he saw me and just decided to continue my journey to the property anyway, where there I would wait for Robin to figure out where I might be.

Luckily enough this story ends happily, as he did see me, turned around, picked me up and together we went home to a warm slow cooked lunch together. I feel so blessed to have the energy today to have walked 5km and then to be rescued. Now I shall bathe and continue my day of resting and nesting.

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Both complete sadness and complete bliss ~ Naturally Jek’s bubba shower and fair well.

My heart is now so full even though yesterday was met with deep emotion.

Bittersweet.

I am so blessed to have been spoiled beyond compare at my baby shower, where each and every person celebrated in the joy of my darling little human about to enter onto earth side.

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I’ve never been so ‘in the moment’ and ‘present’ with people before than I did yesterday afternoon. This stemmed out of two factors; one, my go getter personality has virtually taken a holt since being pregnant and all I can do is just be. A quality I have only recently acquired. And two, yesterday was the last time for a long time I would see the beautiful faces of the many humans that I love so dearly in this world.

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In 10 short days is when I take my husbands hand and our little family and embark upon a leap of faith kind of journey to the other side of Australia. I’ve always loved adventure, change and living excitedly. However, of all the moves, this is he hardest, because never before have I had the deep heart connection to so many people as I have since being where I am now.

I am extremely emotional.

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I am extremely pregnant.

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I am extremely blessed.