​Project Holy Jeans 
1993-94 my favorite pair of jeans and I hiked about Australia for 6 month. On return to Germany it was in a (w)holy state. This pair of leg coverings symbolized my first claiming of living my life, rather than life living me. I declared my guts and pluck. I overcame the fear of attempting such a trip all by myself. Even though after the train trip from Hamburg to Frankfurt and half way to Singapore, my first stop, I sat in my seat crying in panic overcome by uncertainty but that is another story.
This was a trip of a lifetime, a coming of age so my jeans were worthy of lovingly being patched up and being turned into a work of art. I created an Aboriginal “Dreaming” from buckskin incorporating local wildlife and the echidna of the ozzy 5 cent piece. Thus living on until the seat of my pants gave out in repairable. By now a piece of art of cause further transformation was required. So I turned the legs into a purse and 2 pillowcases.
96ft2 will only accommodate so many pillows however…

For a couple of month I had been visiting with the dark side of life and not been feeling up to sharing with the world. Never before did I hate our divine creator with such a passion. I questioned the teaching of all spiritual masters I have come across and was wondering whether it’s not all spiritual B.S. Had its holiness decided to pull the plug on my physical form, I would have gone gladly! But for the bond with my K9 friend Indi. When I adopted her I promised to pull through for her and she would grow old with me. During one of life’s adversities I had failed my last dog Murphy, she was a full of beans Airedale and lived to the age of 15, dying of heart failure out hunting with my dad 5 month before I got Indi.

I confess to having a ritual burning of the instruction manual. The whole process of getting the chimney pipe in and outside done was an ordeal.

The other day I fitted the countertop and made a template for the sink, marking it out I left the job of cutting it out for the day after. So next morning I find my cook top being ready for pick up. Great then I can cut both wholes today, I was thinking.

Finally got the outside cubys insulated and doors hung.

I’m SO tired. And there is a bunch of stuff coming up I feel I can’t do by myself and, heck, I don’t Want to do by myself!

I’m 8 month into my build now and it’s catching up with me. I basically started financially exhausted and that state has now been joined by physical and mental depletion. A combination less desirable. It still amazes me what I keep manage to accomplish.

At times rough and ready, rooky style and what is perfect, without the right tools and or knowledge, anyway. I love curves, walls, ceilings, from an early age I wanted to live in a round house. Curves are sexy, warm and playful and I love the look and feel of them. However I’ve had the privilege of finding out that they are a damn nuisance to build with. Shaping the pieces of my furnishings to conform and fit my curved wall and ceiling was a pain in the behind to say the least and pushed me once again to my limits. I’ve used a template with little to some success and yet each piece needed adjusting. Once having fitted one shelf using it as template for the next above no such cooperation and more adjusting. Hurrah! Same thing with leveling, with or without level the shelving either side the window kept looking slanting up here and down there and I had to go against the level at times winging it.

I have never met Ivan but I will always think of his chest of draws as Ivan's chest. As he was an artist himself and into sustainable housing I hope he would approve of the transformation his piece of furniture is undergoing. In a tiny house every inch counts and so I cut of the 1" overhang on each side of the top and in order to utilize the space under the chest for the storage of shoes I had to alter the kick plate and I have plans for a stencil on the face of the draws.

Modern furniture doesn't withstand the demands of moving frequently. After 5 moves this unit had all but fallen appart and changing of requirements this is all that's left.  I had to rebuild and shorten the depth down to 22''.
The Desk Top I made from an old solid wood door.

My body is telling me quite unmistakably to take thing even slower than I already have been doing. So I’ve been slowly laying my hardwood floor over the last 2 weeks during 5 workdays and 6 sick days dotted in. Starting out with cleaning the site, laying the under lay then cutting the curve of the front wall. Hey I’m so happy that I kept the template Kai created in the early days of the build!!

I’m using my set square, saw along the line and each cut I made the other day was crooked. I had to get comfortable with ‘crooked’ early on in the project …. it has charm and goes very well with my wonky house.
Following the flow also requires sometimes to be OK with taking it slow and so the last few weeks went at a leisurely pace. Acknowledging that progress is being made helps me to soothe the little niggle that wants it to go faster.

Within a couple of weeks plenty of affordable lots came up, most of them not quite enough square footage. But I took it as a sign the right post would come along. And then there was this post I just wasn’t sure about was there a pull or wasn’t there? The price was more than perfect $40! The colour was too red for my really liking it and would 90 square’ be enough? A week goes by I am waiting for a better pst to come along. Thehe add still being up as if waiting for me to get into gear. So I finally get onto my ‘to do’ list and approach a mathematically inclined friend to calculate the area of my wheel wells and floor tiles. Turns out with 90 sq’ I have way more than I need. Yesterday morning I went to pick it up and in real life the wood turned out to be brown not red.  What a bonus and a left over from the building of a luxury apartment building downtown.