What Home Looks Like

I don’t have proper photos yet, but thought I’d show you a few of these, just so you get the idea.

This is the dining table. What you can’t see is that it’s a 100 year old cast iron hospital table/writing desk. Adjustable enough so I can write at it sitting or standing. And it tilts to become a writing slope.
I had to put a new top on it, which is actually a single piece of Australian Red Cedar, my favourite timber, just edging out oregon. This piece of timber is really old too, salvaged from an ancient piece of broken furniture. The armrest under the window is the same timber.
Yes, that granny blanket draped over the seat is mine. Yes, I’m comfortable with that. It reminds me of my grandmothers. And that mess you see top left is usually hidden under the lounge cushions.

This next pic is looking to the rear of the bus The lounge cushions, for some reason, are up against the back windows.
The cupboard over the bed is where I keep my clothes, it’s Australian Red Cedar, and was a bugger to build there.
The doors are off a 1940s Tasmanian oak kitchen dresser. It was my favourite piece of furniture. Many photos of my kids have that dresser in the background, then it was damaged while in storage.
So I took off the doors, used the bottom doors on the cupboard under the lounge, and these doors here.. they’re leadlight with concave glass, and beautiful handmade workmanship from the 1940s. And they still have the beautiful original hinges.
The lamp at the left is a bit of Aussie history, a highly collectable Planet Lamp from Bellingen NSW. Ms iSkirt found it for a dollar at a garage sale, and gave it to me for the bus instead of selling it for hundreds of dollars. So maybe I’ll let her come with me when I travel around Australia. I might even let her sleep in my bed sometimes. If she behaves.

Below is what I see above me when I wake up in the morning. I’m no cabinet maker, but there’s something so satisfying about having made something beautiful that works. It’s a tiny home, but it’s comfortable, and it’s beautiful, at least in my eyes.
Any home is ok, a roof over your head is better than none. But an ordinary house compared to building something you love is like a churned out ebook compared to a beautiful hardcover book someone loved so much it had to be a work of art in itself.

An oregon book case, a big wide opening side door at the foot of the bed, lots of sunshine, bare feet and a borrowed dog. Does it get any better than this?

This is the first meal I cooked after connecting the gas. Mmmm… sausage, egg and mushrooms.
It shows the very modern 3 burner gas cooker and sink, with its glass top raised into the splashback position.
It also shows the oregon bench top, made from two really old painters planks. Pity you can’t see it properly, it’s really something.
And if you look bottom right, you can see a little bit of one of the 1911 hand carved Kauri Pine cupboard doors. Lousy photo of something beautiful. I gotta get some decent photos.
And at the top you can see a tiny bit of the hand carved Australian red cedar I salvaged from a broken chaise lounge.

Here’s a close up of the oregon bench top. Too close to see how beautiful the grain is, but hey, it has the remains of one of the bullets my old man threw into the fire when I last visited him.

And here’s what happens when some madman throws bullets into the fire, if you’re lucky. Yeah, I still have my eyes and all my genitalia. I was lucky.

So, that’ll do for now.
As you can see, it was originally a school bus. I moved some letters a bit, and added UN in front. From a distance it looks like COOL BUS, then as I get close people see the UN.
I did that for a joke with my kids, but plenty of people seem to get enjoyment from it, so I left it. So there it is.
My UnCool bus, seen here parked beside a pretty little creek. The best home I’ve ever lived in, and a work in progress.

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14 thoughts on “What Home Looks Like

  1. My god, what a beauty! If I could build my dream house, it would be pieced together with reclaimed pieces of wood just like yours is. Nothing is quite as appealing or beautiful as old, fine wood.

    To spare him feeling jealous and sad, I am not showing this post to my man, who dreams of building and living in a bus/trailer of some kind. For him, a bus like yours represents the pinnacle of freedom. He dreams of quitting his job and living like this.

    Do you feel free?

    • I’m not complaining, because I wouldn’t change the way I’ve done this for any other way, but to use all this old timber took, like, 10 times as long to build things as I could have done by keeping it simple and buying new timber.
      If I were you, I’d show your man this. A man sometimes needs an extra something to get him through his workday.
      If you show him this, I promise to put The Other Photos up too… the horrible mess I lived in for months as I built it, the photos of me attempting to decapitate myself with a handsaw, the one of my finger when I drilled a really large hole in it.
      I wanted to do this from when I was very young, and it never went away.
      And yes, I feel free.
      And I am.

  2. Your bed reminds me of a cradle, bumpers and all. The space swaddles you, just like a cotton blanket around a newborn. Beautiful.

    • You’re such a great mum MSB. It’s your default option I think.
      And you know, those bumpers aren’t usually there, but you’re so right, that is what my little bus is.
      It’s a beautiful cosy space that wraps me like a newborn, and it feels wonderful.

  3. This makes me want to cry for happy. I can’t tell you which part of your home tickles me the most, but the granny blanket is surely up there. Sentimental Aussie.

    XO

  4. Granny Schmanny.
    Ok, in secret, there’s way more to it. My little home is filled with tiny objects that symbolise those I’ve loved. Some of those people, and animals too, are still here. Some are gone, but forever and always, I take them with me, in my travels as well as my heart.
    Just don’t tell anybody.
    I have a (bad) reputation to uphold. Grrr.

    • We’ve been on a few good trips already, Ms iSkirt sometimes, my daughter others, mostly by myself, and it’s wonderful, always.
      That man of yours can ask all the questions he likes. One day it’ll be you, him, your hats and lots of writing tools, and you will wonder why you took so long to do it. “oh yeah”, you’ll remember. “Our kids.”

  5. Woopserations!!!
    A day or two after the op I started to email you, then somehow didn’t finish. Or maybe I dreamed the whole thing… Anyhow, I THOUGHT I’d emailed you, but obviously hadn’t.
    My back pain is still 100% there. My leg pain is 100% gone!!!!
    In other words, the operation was a complete success, and was really horrible, and I can never go through such a thing again, but maybe I won’t have to.
    I’m a lucky man, and soon I’ll be off all the pain meds, and will write again.
    Can you hear my smile?
    I’m alive!

    • I enjoy seeing how you do it. My husband and I have two more young adults to launch. In the next five years, we have plans to make so we can pursue our lives as we envision them.

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