
When I was a kid, I used to go out to the backyard and pretend I had to survive there. I figured out which weeds I could eat. I would build a lean-to out of the scrap wood my dad kept behind the garden. I even made a bow and arrow with some small branches, fishing line, and a few feathers.
In the same way that "surviving" the backyard offered adventurous appeal in the safety of my suburban yard, there's a romantic appeal in the thought of a tiny house. The stature lends a story-book quality to a necessity. You're making the choice to accept the inherent challenge of in living in a small space and making it beautiful.
If you also wax poetic about tiny homes, dwelling on memories of dollhouses and tree-forts, check out Tinyhouses.net. The site offers a gallery of tiny houses straight out of our childhood play-house dreams.
Via Black. White. Bliss.
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