The cozy-ass-cabin pyramid house that will make you want to move to Snohomish
I found this amazing home for sale in Snohomish, Washington. Snohomish? More like Snohom-YES I WANT TO BUY THAT! The house is apparently called The Pyramids. It’s the coolest house you will see today (or maybe ever?) And it WILL make you want to move to northwest Washington.
Adorable log cabin cloffice space
Y’all probably know that I love me a good cloffice (closet-turned-office space). But I’m pleased as punch over my friend Eve’s cloffice in her log cabin on the island of Maui that looks fit for fairies!
Robert Redford’s rustic cabin dream house is for sale and OMG YOU GUYS I LOVE HIM
My infatuation with Robert Redford goes back about a decade to when I saw Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid for the first time and promptly watched all of his movies in the span of one summer. But in all the time I’ve loved him it’s never occurred to me to Google where he lives. Does that sound creepy? Because I don’t mean for it to.
A Gaudi-inspired sparkly art nouveau summer house
This is the story of the Russian-style summer house I crafted in my backyard in Newcastle Upon Tyne. In ten months, and for less than £5,000, I took it from clay model a to stained-glassed, mosaiced den place to drink a Guiness whilst foxes run in the garden.
Log cabin contemplations: reacting & reflecting
As I was sweeping the first of the yellowed leaves from the cabin’s porch, I was trying to line up all the ways that the homes I’ve created for myself in my adult life have been both a reflection of this space, and a reaction against it.
Log cabin contemplations: hanging out at a commune
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.
Log cabin contemplations: the weirdness of moving back into your childhood home
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.
I grew up in a log cabin my parents built: Log cabin contemplations
It was 1975 and my parents’ “back to the land” impulses were in full swing. Although they had an infant (me) and were a geography professor and a nursing student (him, her) with no experience in construction or building (any of us), they decided to build a log cabin on Bainbridge Island, WA. My father, ever the researcher, read a bunch of books about the subject, and March of 1976 they broke ground on the 1000 square foot cabin I grew up in.
In 2011, I temporarily moved back in.