made by hand

Growing up in Vermont, I spent hours poring over my parent’s handmade house books, imagining tiny spaces and woodland homes I would call my own one day. I’m a lot closer now, & I still spend hours pretending ~ when I can’t sleep, I imagine I’m walking through imaginary houses, cozy with woodstoves & woven rugs.

Handmade homes: The natural way to build houses, 1981

Handmade Houses: A Guide to the Woodbutcher’s Art, 1973

Wizard’s Eye, 1978

Shelter, 1973

Home Work: Handbuilt Shelter, ??

Rolling Homes, 1979

Woodstock Handmade Houses, 1974

in gratitude

+ full bellies and wood stoves
+ spontaneous baby hugs
+ waking up to a chilly morning, throwing open french doors, and jumping naked right into the hot tub on the deck
+ first taste of pecan pie
+ new friends (& calls from far away ones)
+ safe papa
+ so much beauty in the world
+ amazing long talks with my grandmother
+ these little pirates

the spaces we create

A trip to Sword & the Rose got me thinking about spaces, and a rambling walk down to Samovar opened my eyes a little more. I’ve always felt that any happymaking work in my life would need to involve the creation of space; art installations that remove the viewer from the present moment into tiny worlds, shops & window displays that you want to take home with you or stay in forever, bringing folks to the natural beauty of Vermont to just let everything go in the gold & green of the woods.

Sword & the Rose transports me every time I walk into it, I walk out feeling more magical, brighter, lighter, more in love with the world. Where do you feel this way? Why don’t we create these spaces everywhere?