I hope this finds you well and recovering (if needed) from the holiday whirl. Jon’s sister was thinking of re-posting a video of a postal service vehicle on fire and telling her family and friends that all of her Christmas cards were on that truck and that she wasn’t going to do them again. I laughed. We don’t do holiday cards but please know we are sending you greetings, gratitude, and well wishes this holiday season.
Our current tiny house is celebrating with a few LED lights while our home has two sweet wreaths made by my mom.
A couple friends have asked if Jon could teach a workshop on making an ash basket. That was his first time ever pounding a log to make splints and his first time ever making a basket (which is now finished and in our "store"! We tested it by carrying presents to our family in it.) so he doesn’t feel ready yet to teach. He started his second basket (a market basket) today so perhaps by late summer (or at least before all the ash trees die…) he will feel ready to teach.
In November, Jon and I went out to Portland to visit my sister and check out what others are doing with tiny houses. The tiny house movement is still so new to Northern Michigan so it was inspiring to see a tiny house “hotel” and to see a tiny house my sister’s friends live in (they are even planning a home birth in their tiny!). We learned that many campgrounds on the west coast are adding tiny houses to offer guests a unique experience. We look forward to seeing more tinies in the mighty Midwest.
Another thing on our “wishlist” for our part of the world is a “maker space”, a shared community workshop (check out ADX- which we visited while in PDX-Portland).
We received a sweet compliment on our tiny house: “I like that it is not trying to be something it’s not. There is an appeal and comfort in its honesty. Keep up the great work!”
We plan to keep it up and do even better in 2017. We hope you keep on living truer and truer to yourself in 2017 and we hope to do the same. In closing, a quote worth pondering…
“The better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool’s life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before. “ -Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Lisa and Jon