Has someone at Domino's been following my blog?
Follow the logic trail in how I came to decide upon living in a canvas cone.
A few things for a tipi dweller to consider in finding the (kind of) perfect property to call home (for a bit).
I had no idea putting dirt in a box was this difficult.
Putting up a big cone made of sticks and canvas isn't really all that challenging. Just maybe start before 7pm on a weekday your first time.
I've been living in my tipi for almost a month now. Last night, under a chorus of screech owl trills and whinnies, I spent a little time reflecting on some things I've learned about this curious way of living. Enjoy.
Pull up a chair and enjoy the view from my back porch. And the smell of fresh manure.
I made a hole in the ground, and then decorated it with rocks!
Probably not as exciting as a Louisiana Saturday night, and without an opossum in a sack, but I did kick off my shoes and throw 'em on the floor.
Have a little lookie at the guts of my humble, cone-shaped abode. Enjoy!
Holy cow, I just wrote a blog about cleaning. I really am turning into my mother.
After only a few nights with a wood stove in the tipi, I've become happily addicted to warmth I have to work for.
Pretty much everything I own got soaking wet with the Mama Earf's recent rain bender in Virginia. But on the bright side, I got to see the genius behind the tipi structure firsthand.