This edition of the Montage also has a horror vignette in the bathroom and a link to how knitters can help nudie chickens in the UK — plus! Bunnies in an ice cream bucket!
This is Offbeat Home's archive of Spaces posts.
Our homes are made up of lots of spaces — yards, gardens, pastures, bedrooms, redecorated kitchens, upgraded baths, ogle-worthy renos and real home tours all live here to represent the spaces of Offbeat Home.
Last week I wrote about some of the weirdness of moving back into my childhood home for a month. It's a little different than it was when I was an isolated only child growing up here, though: my childhood home is now a commune and functioning eco-retreat type thing called Sacred Groves. At any given time, there are a mix of a half dozen to a dozen adults and children living here, walking the paths I used to haunt alone. Sometimes it's awesome, and sometimes it's, well, a little overwhelming.
I love your posts about tiny spaces and tiny homes and I dream of someday having a tiny place of my very own. As a fat woman, though, I wonder if that would be a comfortable situation. I'd love to go RVing full-time, honestly, I'm not sure if I'd be cozy or cramped.
Japanophile or no, you've gotta love learning about the way other people live — or used to live! — around the world.
Think how different your house must be from the house of a culture much older than yours…
In this week's Clicky Links, you'll learn about amphibian cafes and a teeny tiny slick little dishwasher. We've also got knowledge on a homemade wax treatment to keep your body hair in check.
We've had our eye on offbeat real estate porn for a couple months now, but this is the first instance I've seen of an entire town getting a listing.
Scenic, South Dakota is on the map west of the Badlands and in a very isolated part of the US. It's hot in the summers there, cold in the winters, and you're a long way from anything. But you'd be the proud owner of a very wild-west saloon.
Our cities are home to endless activity, people of all stripes, and our friendly (or creepoid) neighborhood weirdos.
Let us city dwellers sing a paean — a song of praise or triumph — for our cities. Let us stand together and celebrate our homes.
As I mentioned last week, I'm spending much of this month in the rustic log cabin that my parents built in the mid-'70s. I lived in this house from ages 2-18, moving out 18 years ago — which means I spent roughly half my life living in this rustic log cabin my parents built on Bainbridge Island.
Needless to say, it's really weird being back.