Murdo Girl…Making tiny homey

Do you want to hear something funny? I was looking for pictures tonight and my google photos are all categorized. They’re in groups of things, people, pets, locations, mountains, deserts, trees, cars, castles, food, etc. Our tiny house is under trains. I think I’ll refer to it as the caboose from now on.

Here are some photos I took tonight showing the progress we’ve made.

I bought a cheap quilt at Walmart today…didn’t even get the shams. The bedspread we had in the small house looked too drab and I don’t want to spend the money right now to get my forever spread, quilt or comforter. Besides, we don’t know what we want. A true minimalist would say this quilt is just fine, anyway. We don’t have our newly framed pictures up yet, either…maybe tomorrow. There is no room for dressers, which is why we must continue to cull. We have plastic bins on wheels under the bed for extra linens and everything else is in the closets or in bins in the ample storage cabinets in the bathroom.

More of the bathroom…

Words to start the day with are between the mirrors and above the cabinet on the other wall. (I love my South Dakota dirt shirt given to me by Dianna, aka KK.)

We haven’t put the towel bars or paper holder up yet. The washer and dryer are in a little alcove in the bathroom. Most of our other houses had the W/D next to the door that leads to the garage. I like this set-up much better.

I had this large glass terrarium and decided to plant some cinnamon basil, peppermint, and chocolate basil in it. It smells heavenly. I’ll remove the lid during the day.

Some of us are more traumatized than others, but we all enjoy a good walk three times a day. All except Dollie. She guards the house. We still have a lot to do, but we’re starting to enjoy life again.

I can see that minimalist living will have to be a state of mind. A desire for things is innate and living another way will take some getting used to. I still have a long way to go, but I’ll stay on the train. I’ll leave you with a little something I read today.

These words were taken from a book written by Kahlil Gibran in 1923.

For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?

Is not the dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

Have you remembrances in your houses; the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind? Or have you only comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.


All aboard the caboose Beasterhops. Don’t worry…you’re safe with me. Nobody’s perfect!



6 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…Making tiny homey

  1. scoper07 May 17, 2018 / 9:30 pm

    At last you have arrived. All your work is paying off. Thanks for sharing. You have done a wonderful job of putting a home together.

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    • Mary Francis McNinch May 17, 2018 / 10:08 pm

      Thanks 07. We hung pictures tonight. Hopefully, the experience didn’t take too many years off our lives 🙃


  2. sanjuan831 May 16, 2018 / 10:20 pm

    So happy for you getting settled into your beautiful new home!
    “It takes a heap a living to make a house a home.”

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  3. countrygirl57 May 16, 2018 / 10:07 pm

    Loved reading this! Fun to see what you are doing!

    Sent from my iPhone



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