tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49603592480980145862012-01-26T17:40:21.260-08:00amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277415223553671813noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960359248098014586.post-71977667241071404052009-12-06T13:32:00.001-08:002009-12-06T14:14:04.381-08:00

I apologize for going so long without letting those who aren't nearby or closest to me know what is going on. Tyson and I broke up in mid-June, a few days after my graduation ceremony. There are many reasons why this happened, none of which I quite feel like going into. The unfortunate result of this was that I very much wanted to separate myself from my documentary project on small-housers (and

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In late January, Ty and I drove down to San Diego to attend the Tiny House Meetup hosted by Hillary and Michael over at thistinyhouse.com. There were about 10 people there besides me and Ty and Hillary and Michael: a couple living in an older small house in SD who also have a trailer like Hillary; a guy who lives in an RV in the backyard of an older woman and her daughter (who let him live there

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So I have recently discovered Julie Martin with Lodge on Wheels (thanks to Steph) and am hoping to talk to her soon about including her in my documentation of the Small House Movement. While scouring the internet for more information about her, I found that she actually contacted Jay Shafer and they worked together on a design for LoW and have a licensing agreement for the Gulf Coast model for

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A couple of weeks ago, I visited Jay Shafer at his home in Sebastopol. The line above comes from the interview I did with him and absolutely cracks me up. What follows is a bit of writing I did about the trip and includes several quotes from my interview with Jay. <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--

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So WAY back in October, I was in Texas for a friend's wedding and made my way over to Luling to interview Brad Kittel. I would love to post some excerpts from the hour-long interview I did with him, but the truth is, I haven't even listened to it. Chances are that I won't get around to it for a while yet. But since I've finally gotten around to editing a lot of these, here are some of the photos

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As I've mentioned before, Tyson and I are currently living in a work trailer at the bottom of the hill which the house sits on top of. This trailer is actually pretty nice for a trailer, but since it's not a trailer made for living in, it lacks certain amenities, such as a stove, a closet, or a bathroom (it comes with a mini-fridge, microwave, small sink, and hot plate). As a result, we have done

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I realize that I'm a bit slow getting things up right now. I apologize for that and hope to sift through a lot of the photos I've taken soon as I have several posts worth of material and just haven't taken the time to put it up. When I came back from my friends Allison and Rustie's wedding in Luckenback last month, Tyson surprised me by arranging some of our furniture and appliances in the house.

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Some additions to the blog are forthcoming due to the vast intelligence of the friends I have surrounding me. Many of you know that I’m currently in grad school for documentary photography. It’s been a difficult and often frustrating year of school and a few days before I left to work on my thesis in Cape Cod, I gave my friend Tosh, who runs the darkroom at UCSC, the link to this blog. He wrote

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We have lift-off. Here are a couple photos, for posterity, of the house coming down the driveway just over two months ago. It's hard to believe only that much time has passed, but nice to say that it only took Tyson and his dad that long to figure out how to get the damn thing up the hill. The photo above illustrates the fourth major miscalculation during the initial moving process, i.e., the

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This is a photo from Ty's dad's phone. Unfortunately, since I'm in Texas, I haven't been able to photograph the house-moving process, but here's a sneak peek at the progress.

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Tyson - Stove! Here's the PROPANE stove that Manda and I got.$60!!! plus we had a nice day driving around Walnut Creek.This is our wood. I've scrounged it all from job sites whilst pumping concrete. Note the redwood trellis. Score. Dirtsmith, salvage king.This is the spring. All our water comes from here. The square plastic catchment in the foreground is runoff collected for irrigation and road

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Voilà. La baignoire de clawfoot:If you haven't noticed, our progress has been slow of late, as we have been a bit more occupied procuring things for the house than working on the house. Last weekend, we drove up to San Francisco to get a clawfoot tub. Though the tub was a little larger than we were expecting (a full five feet), we decided to go ahead. Standing in the garage looking at it in

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When we last left off, Tyson and I were, as he says, "having an inventure," chasing a tiny house around the area. What you didn't know was that during that time, I was also packing up my tiny apartment to move to Aromas with Tyson. We moved last Sunday and have spent the last week adapting to our new location - a trailer right next to our house. Much like our house, the trailer has no bathroom or

amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277415223553671813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960359248098014586.post-72852084879825941072008-07-28T12:02:00.000-07:002008-12-10T01:40:53.331-08:00

When I was a kid, any time our family went on a vacation that required a plane flight, I would sit in the 3-seat row with my mom and brother, while my dad would sit across the aisle with whomever fate threw at him. One time, I remember a man walking onto the plane in an extravagant floor-length fur coat and sitting in the seat next to my dad. My father has never been one to shy away from

amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10277415223553671813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4960359248098014586.post-61865478030110919562008-07-22T16:10:00.000-07:002008-12-10T01:40:55.540-08:00

Not too long ago, I was sitting in the living room of my guy’s parents’ house in Aromas, California. I had come to hang out for a few days and get my grading done in the peace and quiet. His parents were at a graduation in SoCal and before I left and took my laptop with me, Tyson needed to get his tiny-house fix. The first thing you should know is that Tyson and I met on the internet, via

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