Cabin Tour

First, I want to thank everyone for the nice response to my skirt in Monday’s post. You’re all so kind!

Today, I thought I’d show you around the cabin a little. I’m still working on Christmas decorations, so we’ll save that for another post. I might even get the place picked up for that one. No guarantees, though. There are three short people here who see to it to keep me humble by dashing any hope I have of achieving magazine home perfection. Still, the cabin manages to be picturesque.

Taken near the riverbank looking back up the hill to the cabin.

When you come in the front door, my sewing area is to the right and the kitchen is to the left.

What I lack in horizontal space, I make up for in height.

My sewing machine is spending a lot more time under its cover these days because Konik has discovered how to 1) Turn on the machine, 2) unscrew the foot and drop the foot shaft, and 3) push the pedal and make it go. He has crept up on me a couple of times and pressed the pedal at highly inopportune moments. When I was threading the needle, for instance. A lot of screaming followed, but thankfully no blood. Now I have learned to slide those blue bins around behind my machine whenever I get ready to work so that Little Mr. Pest can’t get in there and ruin something. Like my finger.

Sink to the left

My camera batteries were dying on this one, so forgive the graininess. It’s a fine little kitchen. Probably not magazine-worthy, but I’ve cooked here for a month, so it works. At first glance, you may not notice anything unusual, but take a closer look and find the oven. Go ahead. Ah, there’s not one. But I do have this spiffy NuWave portable convection oven thing (over on the left) and my crockpot has seen more action this past month than it has in a long time. People kind of gasp when we tell them that there’s no oven, but really, it hasn’t set me back that much. I have to think a little differently about how I cook, but that’s ok.

In the center of the cabin is a orange & brown velour-covered couch that was already here. It faces the large fireplace and behind it is the “dining room.” It’s nice how one piece of furniture, aptly placed, can create two different “rooms.”

Oh, how I anticipate the day when I can dress up my naked table and it won't get ruined.

Still big; still stone.

Then, as you can see, we have our living room area off to the left. I think it actually turned out to be about the same size as the living room in our previous house.

In a rare moment with no toys on the floor.

Our furniture is not really of the “rustic” variety. It kind of works in here. If I were staging this room for a magazine, though, this would look different. I’m not sure how, exactly, but it would be different. And probably still not rustic. That’s not really my thing.

Upstairs are two areas: the long loft that Mr. Gren and I call our bedroom, and the actual bedroom where we crammed all the kids. They are in there because it has walls and a door, so I don’t have to worry about them falling off any railing.

Long, narrow, and 6 feet high

Somehow, Mr. Gren ended up on the short side of the room. It kind of makes me laugh to myself watching him have to hunch over just to get in bed. hee hee hee. If you remember the flying squirrel story from a few weeks ago, he started out about where this picture was taken, bolted across the room and then jumped off the open end of the loft to start the shenanigans downstairs.

They even "picked up" for this.

Speaking of shenanigans, you should see bedtime around here these days with a 6, 4, and 2 year old in the same room.

Konik gets shoved in the corner where he can't reach the light switch or the curtain.

Their room actually looks better now. We purged some toys and got the general clutter taken care of. We also turned Konik’s bed the other way because it was breaking our backs to try and pick him up while we were hunched over!

The cabin tour wouldn’t be complete without a shot of the world’s tiniest bathroom. I think it’s hilarious.

The bedroom door also doubles as the bathroom door.

There is another bathroom downstairs, behind the living room, that is a bit larger and sports a cast iron clawfoot tub. I’ve always wanted one of those, so it’s kind of fun to borrow one for awhile.

So there’s a little tour of the place! It’s very loggy, very cabiny. And we are so grateful to our friends for letting us live here while we sort out life!

You wish you lived here.


7 thoughts on “Cabin Tour

  1. Love it! Ahhhh to wake up, make some coffee (though I know you don’t drink tea for you), and watch nature on the porch while you drink it!

  2. I understand your kitchen appliance absence … in Korea we cooked on a hot stove and 1/2 way through the year added a microwave. It was an adventure that grew on me …we still don’t use the oven for much more than broiling 😉

    AND my 3 “BIG” people still see it as their goal in life to keep me humbly from pursuing clean home status … Must be a kid & hubby thing 😉

    You are blessed and good spirited in all things!

    • I always love your comments, Penny!

      Yeah, I guess in Asia they don’t really bake, do they? The hardest part for me is not being able to bake bread. I have a bread machine, so that’s good, but not quite the same!

  3. Yeah…having the kids in the bedroom is probably for the best, since my dearest dream at the age of 6 was to slip over the balcony railing in the night and use the stones of the fireplace as hand- and footholds on my way down to the ground floor.

    When I was about 10, I climbed up the back of the fireplace to the ceiling.

    Of course, when I was 25, I had to climb back up into those rafters to paint, which was less fun.

    I will refrain from informing your children that it is quite simple to scale the logs at the corners on the outside of the Cabin to pull down bird nests or hide Easter eggs.

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