True Confessions and Crochet
Pookie and I don’t always do things together. He doesn’t crochet inventive character hats; I don’t play hot riffs on the saxophone…stuff like that. He rolls his eyes when I watch Grey’s Anatomy; I leave the room for UFC.
After 28 years, though, we have certain shared interests. We both like travel, casinos, NASCAR, live music and musicals, action movies, foodie shows, and what we call “renovation porn” (another post for another day).
Pookie and I regularly record and watch two shows: Tiny House Nation and Tiny House Hunting. These shows are all about how to find and/or build your own tiny haven.
We are hooked.
Why tiny? I explained some of it in Three Years in an RV, but there’s more to it than that.
My first experience (okay, my only) experience with tiny living was Mimo’s cottage. When mobility became an issue for Mimo, the perfect solution was a 400 square foot house in Big Sis’s backyard. Mimo designed it, a contractor built it, and nearly all the kids and grandkids had a hand in finishing it.
Windows everywhere. Electrical sockets everywhere. A kitchen designed specifically to avoid burning the house down. Pookie even built a Murphy bed for overnight guests.
Sigh. I loved that place. It was like a playhouse for grownups, and there was no curfew set to return to the real house. During Mimo’s last months I spent a lot of time there and I think that’s when I realized it was how I wanted to live.
No clutter. Minimal cleaning. Always in sight of the one you love best.
That would be Moxie, of course.
JUST KIDDING. Pookie and I are in it for the long (and tiny) haul.
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