I’ve been feeling archival today, and, thinking of the people who stumble upon this website from time to time without ever having heard the word wagenplatz or any of my diy trailer (I’m trying to wean myself off using the word “wagon” all the time in English texts) renovation yarns, I thought I would compile an index of the whole story, from start to finish.
So if you like stories about building stuff from trash; tales of diy renovation trial, tribulation, and trivia; and dumpster-scavenged booty, here it is at last: The Complete Story of Trash House in a whole bunch of parts.
If you’ve been reading Click Clack Gorilla since the beginning, then, well, just imagine this is one of those tediously earnest “year in review” posts, ignore it, and we’ll go get a beer together while the newcomers get all caught up.
July 9: The wagon moves
July 17: I rip up the carpeting and discover the wood floor
July 27: I discover sponge mold lurking and hatch madcap plans
July 31: Removing the mold, ripping off siding, and dumpster diving a trailer load of wood at the building supply store
August 14: A wasp’s nest, a mouse’s nest and two tiny bottles of Jägermeister
August 21: Wherein my guardian construction angel expresses doubt and I find a lot of absurdly large Styrofoam blocks
August 28: Wherein I briefly abandon the project in order to give a tall bike-building workshop in Cologne
Wherein, having given up on building for the remainder of the winter, I show you pretty pictures of our kitchen trailer instead.
Dilapidated chaos=love aka I answer some more questions about living on a wagenplatz.
March 1: Frankenshed is born (aka scavenged materials + one day = two storage sheds)
April 2: I build a trap door into the floor that opens into a hidden storage compartment
April 9: Wherein I finally close up the hole in the wall where I cut out the mold
April 20: We move the half-finished colossus to a new spot and victory is briefly mine
April 21: Finally building stairs to get me in the front door
August 16: A run down of costs (and move-in chaos)
*Elevator music plays while the Beard and I escape to my native shores for two months.*
And a new age dawns, dramatic music swells, and I run off laughing into the sunset.