Old French homes do not have anything built in: No cupboards, or closets, or shelves. This tiny house had three rooms, one sink and light bulbs hanging from wires. Period.
We started buying furniture that could fit through the door that is 22 inches x 66 inches and a stairwell that doesn't allow much turning space. Carrying the double wide mattress was worthy of a TV show.
I lost two pounds. Call it the tiny house diet.
The gathered stuff is piled everywhere, shrinking the space smaller to work in let alone move. It is a good thing we are friends.
The cranberry colored cabient we found for 120 Euros. Originally I was going to paint it... but the color is growing on us.
The cabinet matches the old tile floor. My friend's son Arnaud is helping too. Such a sport. He is studying law, though I told him to win a woman's heart you gotta be a bit of a handy man. Of course that is an utter projection of my own laws about romance.
Other things found, collected, borrowed... for the little house.
Old armchair... 39 Euros!
Side table 15 Euros.
A rug that a friend was going to throw away.
An oval mirror from my friend's mother.
Large needlepoint study I am lending to the project.
Bits and pieces that must work together and lend harmony.
We have our work cut out for us.
Everything to do.
A shell of a tiny house, and a tight budget.
I love it!
More to come. Now I am off to cook dinner for the crew.