around the platz, april 2014
Wow guys. I finally posted something that even those having trouble seeing my new posts could actually find, and all the “we missed you” and “yeys” I heard in return were awesome. Thanks for the high fives. Back at you.
Today I’ve got a few more photos of life on the Platz, though at this point they are a bit old. Instead of freshly agitated dirt, we have grass so green it looks fake. The herb garden is flourishing (and possibly saved the lives of the two sage plants I raised from seed). So yeah, old news, and I’ll have to get new photos in the works, but hey little steps. At least now you’ll get to see the progession. Spring is the best time of year at a Wagenplatz.
For those you you who still can’t see the newest posts without a link from that damn year in books post, I’ve listed all the posts of 2014 below for you to get clicky with. As well as a few morsels from Book Punks, my new book blog. Huzzah.
The herb garden. All these rocks were just laying around the property.
A new porch! It still needs a few details and better steps, but they are on their way.
Like I said, all that is brown in this photo is now bright green. The rocks have been replaced by mulch. It is SO good.
Posts you might have missed:
If you can see this post you’ve won a prize/Kitchen photos
Oh the places we’ve been
A very tiny kid’s room
Daily life February 2014 (a low moment in time)
And then we had a kitchen and life was suddenly all marshmellows and cartwheels
Put on some rabbit ears and dance
Since I spend most of my time thinking about books
Book Punks posts you might enjoy:
Shelves of magic and wonder
German SF awards announced
News from dystopia
if you can see this post, you have won a prize. and also: our kitchen!
And the prize is that you can see this post. SIGH. My radio silence lately has been the result of some technical issues. I would describe them for you and whine a bunch in vivid detail, but really, who fucking cares?! I owe you some pictures of our new kitchen, and today I am here to deliver. That’s right. Uh-huh. Look at these beauties.
You’ve seen the outside at least a dozen times already, but, yeah, it is still awesome.
No fictisiously clean kitchens in my photos! I am not fast enough to take pictures during the three seconds that is remains orderly before the next Hurricane Pickle/cooking strikes.
I think food makes the best decoration in a kitchen. So I built narrow shelves and lined them with my extensive collection of glass jars. The jars also help keep the grocery moths at bay. I fucking hate those moths.
Note the beautiful floor. Done by our awesome floor who used to live in this space.
I still can barely fathom the luxury that is having a full stove with three burners and an over. OH HELLS YEAH. Also: isn’t the stove cute? I am in love. The Beard found it for sale online for 25 euro bucks.
I still think hanging shit is the best way to make use of your space in a small kitchen. And it looks pretty too. See that cow head hanging there? It makes toast. On the wood stove. More love.
Ikea. Making the world boring, but with a real nice selection of hanging bobbles for kitchens.
Like these hanging drying racks. Such good use of space. Now we just need to get a sink in here.
Another hanging drying rack, one I got for free from freecycle, but also originally from Ikea. It also folds up. Genius.
More glass jar porn.
This is where we store towels and things.
Pancake forms. Pigs, hearts, clover, bears. Cute as fuck. Making cooking fun again.
My coffee grinder will still work after the apocalypse. Will yours? Ok, ok, you’re right, there won’t BE any coffee to grind. So what. I still love this thing.
Ta-da! What do you think?
NOTE NOTE NOTITY NOTE: I started a book-ish website, and I would love it if you all came by and said hello and liked our facebook page and stuffs. Going to keep most of my book ramblings over there from now on, and the tiny house ramblings will all still live here. Once the CCG redisgn that is happening RIGHT NOW AS I TYPE is done (whoops, cat out of the bag huh?), even more so. GO VISIT IT ALREADY: Book Punks.
and then we had a kitchen and life was suddenly all marshmellows and cartwheels
The kitchen is done. Almost. Minus a sink, but who needs a sink when you, after three years without, suddenly have a stove with an oven for baking?! And a table! You probably have never imagined your life without either of those things, but I am here to tell you that you probably underestimate their awesomeness. We’ve had ours for a few weeks a piece (at the time I was originally writing this post), and I still can’t stop gushing about them. We have a table! We have three flames to cook on! I can bake things without walking to someone else’s kitchen!
A table! A stove! A table! A stove! See? I could go on like this all day.
There was very little building involved in setting things up. There were a number of walks to the building supply store with a little cart for wood and black paint for the shelves, and there were two very disgruntled trips to Ikea for the rods to hang all the utensils from (yeah, I love those lots) and more glass jars to add to my collection (not only does food in glass jars make the prettiest decorations, they also keep the grocery moths at bay). I had to take out the bed that was where our table (thanks, freecycle!) is now, but otherwise, it was all painting and hanging shelves with a side of organizing. I am totally in love with the results.
It is so exciting, that I don’t even mind the extra work of lighting a second wood stove every day. Of course Germany is experiencing the winter of spring (mud, rain, really mild weather), so it’s not as hardcore as it might sound. For now. And when we put Pickles to bed we finally have a room to hang out in where we don’t have to whisper. (Tangent: Did you know that there is a baby moniter app? I was about to buy one of the damn things when I realized I could just tell me phone to call the Beard’s phone when Pickles made noise. Whoa. Thanks, technology.)
I wrote all that almost two months ago. And I still haven’t gotten any good pictures of the damn thing. Every time I think of it, the light sucks. So this is a little teaser, and here’s hoping that the unbelievable spring sunlight that has shown up with March provides a better stage for kitchen plus camera.
Also: My computer has been broken for a long time, but now it is fixed (FUCK YEAH) so I should be back here more often starting now. Also also: There is a Click Clack Gorilla website redesign coming soon. Exciting exciting exciting.
How are you?
tiny house movement: a very tiny kid’s room
Imagine you live in a very small space. Let’s say seven by two meters, to take my own example. Your kitchen and bathroom are in another building, and you even have some space in another trailer for books and guests and piles of things, but those fourteen square meters are where you and the two other members of your family are going to spend the majority of their time. How do you divide it up? How do you make the most of the space? Where do you store shit? Fuck! How is that even possible?
When Pickles was born, she didn’t have her own room. She didn’t even have her own bed. She slept in our bed, and we built shelves with a fold-out changing table and quickly settled into the space as a family of three. You would think you would feel cramped, living in such a small space with so many people, but you would be wrong. It does help if you really like each other though. And did I mention how much money you save when you don’t have to buy any extra furniture? Seems to me that babies don’t need much besides their parents at the beginning. Very young children are generally only expensive if you want them to be.
Now Pickles is almost two, getting bigger and bigger, collecting more and more toys, and kicking us all over our bed. She’s not ready for her own trailer just yet (some kids could deal right away, I am talking her specifically right now), as she still doesn’t like to be far from the parentals, and I would be very very unhappy if I had to get up and go outside every time she woke up during the night, something that still happens at least twice every sleep cycle. But we are ready to start transitioning her into her own bed, and we needed a better system for storing her clothes and toys.
So I got obsessed and started planning a little room for her on the far side of our trailer. One side for her room, one side for the Beard and I’s room. I call them rooms, but there aren’t any dividing walls. Everyone has their own special little space, and when it is time to sleep, we still only have one wood stove to light and tend. (That’s a factor that I see keeping our sleeping room in one trailer for a long time to come.) She’s not spending the night in her own bed yet, but she has started napping or starting the night there.
The last little bobble I needed took forever to arrive (something to keep her from falling out of the lofted bed I built for her). But when we returned from America it was sitting here waiting. I got out the screwdriver and put on the last touches in a few minutes. I remember to take pictures when things were clean-ish. And I am very proud to present to you: Pickles room. In all its four squared metered glory. Turns out four square meter is huge for a two-year old.
And I am going to tell you all about it. But first, behold!
Hanging storage, shelves on both walls, baskets to keep the toys organized. And the bed! I was inspired by images like this one, and lofting the bed helped us keep all the floor space free for toys and playing. Who wouldn’t want a bed that looked and felt like a treehouse? Like a little secret hide out? Like a blanket fort? Every time I put Pickles into her new bed I get a little jealous. The pictures really don’t do its cuteness justice.
The building process. A neighbor had given me his son’s old mattress and part of the bed frame, which I put up on two long legs, attaching the wall-side right to the wall with a few metal “L” bits. The walls are tongue-and-groove boards. Then I painted. The entire room took me one long weekend to set up.
The little window makes me really happy, and Pickles likes to play peek-a-boo through it. She sits up there and reads (it was too dark inside to get a good shot, but there is a small, narrow shelf in there with books) or relaxes with a drink. She’s not a kamikaze baby, so I’m not too worried about her just jumping out, but there is an accordion-like wood thing that I can pull out and secure the “door” with so she can’t fall out by accident. It’s actually meant to keep dogs from leaving whatever room you want to trap them in, and it wouldn’t hold her weight if she decided to throw herself against it, but the point is not that she can’t get out, but that she can’t fall out by accident while sleeping.
I took down the shelves that had been a part of the fold-out changing table, painted them, and put them up across from the new bed. We keep a lot of the small bits—socks, underpants (dude, she suddenly just started potty training herself, a story for another day), and the like—in baskets, and even more of the small bits—cloth handkerchiefs, burp cloths (which are useful for pretty much everything you can think of), small toys—in the hanging net tube pictured below. Everything we have fits perfectly, in part because I make sure I don’t buy more than we can fit on her shelves. Whoever said our stuff grows to fill whatever space we live in was right. And it also shrinks. (Or should, lest madness ensue.)
Beneath the lofted bed are more shelves, both filled with toys and books. Below it I strung two pieces of cord. I laminated a handful of pictures I had printed out at a nearby drugstore, and hung them up with safety pins. Pickles likes to take them down and look at them or play with them. It was cheap (20 cents a print, 7 euros for the laminator at the flea market—though I think you can get this done somewhere for pretty cheap as well), and the string and clothespins were just laying around the house collecting dust. And how fucking cute right? Best part is, we can change the pictures easily and often. And, yeah, more baskets for organizing and because apparently I’m obsessed. (All of which came from the flea market, by the way.)
The space is small, but it is Pickles’ own, and she loves playing in her bed and spreading her toys across every surface in the trailer. But because we finally have a great system, it is easy to stay organized and keep the madness at bay another day. I don’t know what we will do when she outgrows her treehouse bed, but it is going to be a sad day for me. For now, though, we’ll enjoy every second and every square centimeter. Here here!
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more tiny house toys
The internet is full of Bauwagen toys. (And by full I mean “contains about five different kinds upon being googled.”) I found this one here. Steep price for a play house that you could easily, and perhaps more charmingly, build yourself for under 100 euro. Still, I like the idea. Peter Lustig is probably to blame.
the third wagen has landed (seeing is believing)
We interupt your regularly scheduled report on the 2013 World Fantasy Convention to bring you OUR NEW FUCKING WAGEN.
Holy shit. It is finally here. The work is finally done. We sold cursed (that’s pronounced curse-ed) Wagen to someone else, and then *magic* bought this one from a good friend. Holy holy shit.
It is never easy to move a tiny house, but this particular move was easier than most. We spent the day before Day Zero (Moving Day) in Mainz getting her ready. She had been our neighbor for something like four years. We had hung out in her and slept in her when we’d stopped by. There was a lot of shit to get out of the way, but our old Platz-mates cleared our path (ten trazillion high fives for everyone who helped with that). Still, it took a hand or two full of hours to get her ready and moved and parked out on the street, ready to click onto the truck that would pull her home early the next morning.
The Beard got up at 4 am (there’s been a lot of 4 am going around, huh?) to ride out with the driver, a friend, to pick her up. They were back by 9 am, barely an hour after Pickles and I had gotten up. Go to sleep with a house one size, wake up with a new addition.
You’d think that that was when the hard part was over. We parked her on the grass and waited for another friend to come by to drive the tractor that we would use to put her in her place. But it turned out that the tractor was broken. Surprise!
After quite a bit of tinkering around, we decided to do it the old-fashioned way. We called some friends and rounded up a handful of Platz-mates, and we pushed the damn thing by hand. It’s hard to push a trailer with only one axel by hand: you have to hold the thing upright and push at the same time. There were ten of us. It was enough.
Now she’s in place, ready to be turned into a kitchen. My head is full of plans and ideas and paint and cabinets But instead I’m getting ready for a two-month trip to the United States. (We leave on Wednesday.) I guess the kitchen will have to wait. But, still, isn’t she purdy??? Swoon. So much to look forward to.
tiny houses for tiny people (aka bauwagen toys, squeeee)
Oh my cod. Thank you thank you thank you to Mama Anders for pointing out another too-fucking-cute Bauwagen toy for the toddler in your small-housed life. I know what Pickles is getting for her birthday next year. Though of course the one we’re going to build her is going to be at least 13 times cooler. I love that there are people out there designing, making, and selling this shit. Huzzah.
I proudly present to you: Our new shed.
We have been meaning to build this damn thing for over a year. Strike that. I have been meaning to build it (promising to build it) for over a year. And the Beard has been patiently waiting. But then he got tired of waiting, I accepted some help, and we built our firewood’s new house in a few days time. Almost entirely scavenged materials! For the win!
And, yes, those are candles hanging on the front. Because chopping wood by candlelight is pretty awesome, not to mention romantic (ummm, or something) and doesn’t involve running pesky power lines or remembering to put the solar lamp’s cell out in the sun during the day.
Some of those boards I scavenged in Mainz, with the intention of building a sweet shed out of them one day. (Frankenshed was nice, but this is a lot easier on the eye.) They’ve been sitting outside sort of under a tarp ever since. It’s a wonder that they weren’t all rotten. Other boards came from our red trailer’s ceiling, which we redid because the person who had put it in was apparently drunk—I can’t think of any other reason to just screw tongue and groove boards on top of each other like that without fitting them together. It certainly made the boards look like they were drunk. And now they are a shed wall.
We found the bigger beams we needed laying on the bonfire pile at the front of the property. There were a lot of nails in them, nails that I tried to rip out with a crowbar. When that barely worked, we hammered them all flat and got on with it. I put it together, and the Beard did all the sawing. At the time we only had a hand circle saw, which I—for no actual reason whatsoever—don’t like to use. (I’ve since bought myself a jigsaw. Love those things. Also love my “Japan” saws, as they are called in German. Fucking best saws ever.)
The roof is made of someone’s old terrace (we saved it from the bonfire pile as well) as well as some old flooring we found. We covered the roof boards with tarps made to create faux ponds in people’s backyards, which I got from freecycle. We did buy the paint, a second bit of tarp (my free bit wasn’t quite big enouhg), and a few three-meter boards to finish off the back wall when the firewood came before the scavenger gods had offered up any other solutions.
Having built this, I feel pretty confident that I could build a little house. I would do a number of things differently, more exactly, and with better materials, but it isn’t as hard as it looks. It never is.
Hey, look! There’s my Wagen!
Since the shed, our yard just makes me happy. (Of course, the weather has turned for the worse, which means things are getting rather straggley, but before that.) I wish I had done this months ago so that I could have spent all summer sitting outside and admiring our work, and our neat, tidey yard. Maybe then I would have been inspired to finally plant the herb garden or the forsythia that I’ve had planted in my head for months. But there’s always next year. Winter is coming, but so is spring.
holy shit, it’s a bauwagen dollhouse
Why didn’t we think of that?!?! We had even talked about getting Pickles a dollhouse. (Well, someone had offered to give us one, and we said yes.) But a house? Why the hell would we get her a dollhouse? Pickles’ dolls would obviously live in a Bauwagen. Just like us.
The Beard was on tour for five days last week. In Freiberg this dollhouse was at the venue where they played. When he told me about it on the phone I begged for photos. Next summer we are so building one of these. Miniature things have always excited me. I can’t explain why. Just…little things!…squeal! That is basically how it happens in my head. If you see an explanation in there somewhere, let me know.
There is so much to do. Don’t people usually start cleaning in spring? That’s all wrong. As soon as fall’s chilly little tendrils start to work their way into the air I start rearranging things, decluttering, nesting. Bunkering down for winter. When spring arrives I’m too busy sitting in the sun to care about what it looks like inside.
I have a list. We are leaving on an epic journey in one month. The things on the list are supposed to happen before we leave. It is a short list, but involved. Item one: build Pickles’ bed. Which, once I got started ripping out the bench that used to dominate that side of the trailer, turned into “finish Pickles’ room.” Once our kitchen trailer arrives our red trailer will be half our bedroom, half Pickles’ bedroom. (Putting her in a separate trailer would just mean maintaining another wood stove, being paranoid about the wood stove with her alone at night, and, even more likely, her refusing to sleep off alone in a separate trailer anyway.)
I have been planning this space in my head for months. Longer maybe. Had the colors picked out. Made sure all the little bits and bobs that are always rolling around on the floor would all have a place. It took four days to make it happen. Though to be fair, the bed isn’t quite finished.
Consider these pictures a preview of the finished product. The bed is lofted, and still needs all the “don’t fall out and die” fixtures.” Maybe this weekend. But so far Pickles loves it. I love it. The Beard loves it. The trailer suddenly feels bigger, more practical, more homey. It is almost magical, the way a little change can completely renew the feel of a space.
And the space isn’t the only thing that is changing. We are on day seven of operation no more breastfeeding. It is going well. The nights are hard, but all in all, not any harder than they always have been. They are harder for the Beard though because now instead of her waking me up and me quieting her with some boob, she wakes up and makes noise and wakes everybody up and only goes back to sleep if you play First Aid Kit really loud on my telephone right next to her head.
And we built a shed.
And the firewood came.
And I stopped drinking coffee.
And Pickles slept through the night. (Once.)
I’ll be back with more pictures and words tomorrow then, huh?