So today, I am going to take you on a tiny tour of my humble abode, Chez Murphy. We live in a small apartment above my in-laws. This is just a temporaryish thing so we can get prepared to plant a church. So don’t freak out on me. It’s 900 square feet. One bedroom. One bathroom. Tiny. But tiny has it’s advantages. Like:
1. Once the house is clean, it’s pretty easy to keep clean. Like this week. I’m so excited about this I took pictures.
2. We don’t buy junk or clutter. We just can’t. I clean stuff out a few times a year to keep our possessions to a minimum. Like, the girls toys, which I’m convinced mate and give birth to crappy toys in the dead of night. The toys always needing thinning. Also, I’m pretty sure that’s bad grammar there. Moving on.
3. You appreciate how the pioneers lived. At least we have running water.
4. Privacy becomes an all time priority. Driving in my car by myself is now a luxury.
5. It’s made our family closer. After all the yelling and pulling out my hair, I accept this way of life and am content.
And if you’re already bored and the drool is pooling, sorry. Need I remind you it’s Friday? This is the best you will get from me today. I had to use Scary Math Skills yesterday and the pudding has now turned to liquid. It’s not pretty in my brain. Moving on. Again.
So, when you walk up the stairs to our apartment, here is what you’ll see.
We heart books.
Here’s another angle.
To the right you find the kitchen. It’s so tiny, you could almost add an –ette behind it.
Here in the kitchen, you’ll find a bunch of neat items worthy of note. Unless you’re so bored you’ve moved on to something else. In which case I’m talking to myself now.
At any given time, there will be a plastic container with insects. Today, it’s ladybugs.
My refrigerator is a work of art. We love magnets. You could say we are magnetically inclined. ahahahahaaha the mush, it causes crazy talk.
Ok, on to the bedroom.
And on the other side of the room.
It’s not so bad sharing a room. All their toys are in the closet. It’s manageable. For a season, at least.
Now, for items of importance. Here are things that make our home interesting.
Did you know I’m part Yupik Eskimo? Here’s a close up on one of them. These are truly amazing. I believe it’s made from rabbit fur. She also weaved the ring using grass reeds or something super earthy. One for each of my girls to remind them of their heritage.
Here’s something else.
Ok, this is the story behind this chest. When Emma was a wee babe, my brother in law was deployed by the Army to Afghanistan. He was gone quite a long time. When he came back, he brought this chest for Emma. It was handmade by a local artisan there and was dirt cheap. But here’s the cool thing. All the brass inlay was done by hand and with handmade tools. It’s awesome. It’s probably our most prized possession. The only drawback is that the inside smells like the inside of a camel’s colon. We just stuff it with blankets and erm, pile more on top. Here’s a closeup of that brass inlay.
And lastly, a pottery piece made by me in high school. My pottery teacher, Mr. Motts, was the coolest teacher ever. I would come to him with an idea and he would do everything in his power to help me. Once, I had the idea of making a plate of spaghetti. So he threw me a plate, helped me with the extractor to make the noodles and oohed and awed the whole time. Once, I spent three weeks making a rolled pitcher using porcelain, which is very hard to use, and it blew up in the kiln. I was devastated. Mr. Motts, however, was very positive and told me that art isn’t always intentional. As I wasn’t going to use my pitcher in real life, I should just glue it back together and let it look rough. So I did.
Here was my senior piece. I made two of these, but like with the rest of all my pottery, I gave it away. This is the only thing I kept.
Also, I can’t take a decent picture to save my life. Perhaps being magnetically inclined is messing with the settings.
So, that was my home and my most prized possessions.