You have to be creative in a tiny house. You do not have to be weird. But for some reason, I seem to be both.
So yes, I blow bubbles when I’m stuck in traffic. Now that I have finally realized we’re all in it together, I roll down my window and pull the bubbles out of the cubby in the door. I avoid nearby bikers and sportscars with clean paint jobs. I know there are a couple of safety issues. I especially like to blow bubbles when little kids are in the next car, and I like to see when they realize it’s me.
I haven’t tried this in the freezing cold weather, but I hear they turn into little fairy crystal balls. I think I should practice this on the privacy deck. Maybe I could make an igloo of frozen bubbles….
I buy everything in miniature for my tiny house. Who needs a big cake lifter when you just want to flip an egg? Not even a dragon’s egg, just an egg egg.
I have no mirror in my tiny bathroom, and no paper holder. That leaves plenty of room for the guest book.
I have no night stand. Just a tower of hat boxes, and I have no hats. I have no dresser to stuff with underwear I will never put on.
My plants rarely survive so all of them have the word “moon” in them except the itty bitty. Nordic Spruce Christmas trees and a purple mini cactus.
My cat doesn’t even live with me. It’s not my cat but it visits a lot. It isn’t full grown or it’s a tiny cat, and I don’t know if it can come onto the moon deck because its private parts are still a mystery. Only females can go on the moon deck.
Anyway, you have to be creative when you live in a tiny house – because life gets so much bigger.
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