Okay let’s build a tiny house. Get some plans, build a foundation, frame some walls, add a couple windows. I would wager most people building a house (tiny or otherwise) don’t start with the kitchen countertop. Horse first, then cart right?
Well it turns out you can build the countertop first. Before you even have your trailer or floor or walls for that matter.
To call it a vision sounds trite, but truly I don’t know a better way to capture Kalib’s idea from inception to realization. The pictures are going to speak for themselves but I feel compelled to describe the madness anyways.
Misfit scraps of walnut, cherry, eastern maple, sapele and white oak litter the cold concrete. A table saw, once polished and aligned, is converted to a make shift work bench that frames the future countertop. On a different table, tiny pieces of wood, stand on end, waiting to join the party. Continue reading
Since Labor Day weekend I have been working on a tiny house. Most nights after work and every weekend day and into the night, minus a few here and there. The tiny house is being built in a shop in South Park. I had never heard of South Park. It is a neighborhood of South Seattle, near Boeing, along the Duwamish River, sandwiched a few miles between Georgetown and White Center. For all the booming of Seattle’s economy, seeing this place you can’t help but feel guilty and a little scared. It is an impoverished part of our beautiful city that you likely will never see. Homeless sleep outside the local community mental health agency, doorways wreak of urine, junkies walk around looking for their next fix, vans and dilapidated RVs crammed to the gills with possessions park on neighborhood streets till someone asks them to move along, businesses are boarded up and or painted in gaudy mix-matched paint, front yards littered with broken down vehicles and children’s toys. The Shell station and taco truck provide a local hangout, while “Work Wanted” notes scrawled in Spanish, inquiring about dish-washer positions, are posted to telephone poles.
No, you have probably never heard of South Park or been there. But there it is. Situated on the Duwamish River, near 99 and a couple miles from White Center. And it is there, across the street from the South Park Marina (referred to as the boat yard from here on out) and one block from the new South Park Bridge that Kalib found an oasis to build his tiny house. Continue reading