When I was a little girl, I played with Barbies, but there was no actual ‘playing’ – just the setting up of environments. I loved all the little stuff. I had a silver dinnerware set with teeny tiny silverware, tiny goblets, and a tiny giant punch bowl with which I served milk to my cat. The tiny giant cake pedestal was perfect for serving a Ding-Dong that was sliced up like a tiny giant cake. *sigh* Good times.
The obsession has carried over into adulthood – the shopping bags that pack up tiny, the tiny computer, the tiny pies, the love of the tiniest RV – there’s no helping it.
My dream is to have a tiny little house, just for me. I haven’t figured out where Lloyd is in this daydream – perhaps he has a tiny house of his own. Let me share two of my favorite tiny house sites.
The first is the Tumbleweed Tiny House Company. Someday when I’m rich I need to have one of these in my backyard, then I can rent out my regular house to someone who needs all this excessive square footage. (Again, Lloyd is conspicuously absent from this daydream. Maybe he’s my tenant.)
The second is the Tiny House Blog. It has near-daily updates on either tiny houses that people have built themselves, or just pictures of tiny houses in the wild.
This isn’t an illness, right? This is healthy, right?
Right?