You must be minimalist! {OMG! WHY??}

"dustcatchers" on the wall

“dustcatchers” on the wall

Ha! no way! I absolutely LOVE my stuff. My little sister calls them dust catchers and “tierelantijntjes”. She is the minimalist in the family whose house could have jumped out from the pages of some fancy home magazine.

I love my bits and bobs, my rocks and gems and little statues. Beautiful shells from my travels line the many tiny shelves and display corners. My window sill is a giant shrine to the things in life that I love. my walls have many pictures and paintings and tiny shelves that should hold herbs painted in fantastically kitchy colours. And yes, dusting takes f-o-r-e-v-e-r!

I LOVE stuff!

I am far more selective about it now. I have to be. If I mooch around a carboot sale or a nice little charity shop and I find treasure it needs to:

  • be small enough to fit on one of my shelves
  • be so beautiful I will smile every time I see it
  • fit into my mad colour scheme (some people say I don’t have one and its chaos, they may be right!!)
  • have meaning in some way
  • have more than 1 purpose

These are the “rules” I go through when I find something. Rules are there to be broken though and if I really really love it I will break one of the other rules and bring it home.

Sometimes things will no longer fit the purpose I bought them for, sometimes they break or sometimes a friend sees something and loves it much more than I ever did and the item leaves my home making space for something else.

I don’t think living tiny means living minimalistic. I think living tiny gives you more space to be you and if chaos and stuff is what you love living tiny won’t stop you!

OMG WHY?? {small house living}


View from my kitchen window

If people don’t ask me outright, the question lies on their face, their eyes betray their curiosity. Their shock. ¬†And their complete lack of understanding.

I hope to explain just why I choose to live in such a small place, how it has benefited us and the handful of downsides that I am working out how to do better.

I have always love the idea of living in a double decker bus. Or one of the tiny homes that are increasingly popular in the USA. In England however the weather is cold, grey and unpleasant an awful lot of the time so keeping a tiny home warm is a difficult task. I am not able to drive and I have no intention of getting my drivers license any time soon. So a bus, whilst tempting, was out of the question. A tiny home sounds great, if you are able to build it yourself. Then kids came along and we bought ourselves a house. it seemed the right thing to do.

Fast forward 6 years and our marriage had broken down entirely. the one and only thing we agreed on was that whatever was going to happen next had to be in the childrens’ best interest. We looked at going our separate ways, each getting their own house but the cost! It would have mean moving far from where the children had settled, far from where I had settled and where the four of us had a group of friends. it would have meant both of us adults living a considerable distance apart which would have meant the children would have seen their dad a lot less. Not acceptable to us.

Somehow the decision was made to split the semi detached little house we lived in into two flats. The children and I would live in the ground floor flat and their dad would turn the upstairs into a flat of his own. And out of nowhere my desire to live in a smaller home was realised. I now have three rooms. The childrens’ bedroom, the kitchen/living room/bedroom and the bathroom. 3 rooms means a lot less cleaning but also a lot less place to hoard stuff.

Living in a small space like this obviously has its disadvantages! For me however the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages!