Changes at the Tiny House

I’ve written here about re-routing/re-directing—it’s amazing how many ways one can come to a problem when at first there didn’t seem to be any solution.

Part of this is inborn anxiety—a kind of malaise. It can be overwhelming.

For instance:

When I first moved in I knew I needed a place for coats etc. I also envisioned a plant stand and ordered one off Amazon that turned out to be junk. It’s very lightweight=meaning made of soft bamboo. Not very sturdy for heavy plants. I positioned it near the window and out an over-the-doorframe pegged rack just by the front door so that when I came in I could easily hang up my coat. It all made sense back in October of 2022.

Flash forward. My daughter commented on why do I keep orchids that refuse to bud and flower? I told her they used to, but that now they might not be getting enough light. In fact, I purchased grow lamps to attach to the plant stand. Whereas, my coats over by the French door were getting sun faded and compromised by the strong UV rays and solar heat generated by the prodigious sun and glass.

Sooooo I thought in a moment of clarity—switch things up.

I moved the wobbly plant stand by the door and hooked the coat rack onto the window sill. Voila! A whole new arrangement where the answer was there all along, I just couldn’t see it.

Furthermore, the wobbly stand was switched out for one I acquired off marketplace a year and a half ago and forgot about in the shed as it was being used to store old paint, etc. I might let it remain purple because of what seems an old lady aesthetic that seems to fit my mood right now. Or—maybe not a mood, but a feeling after taking two days to move and carry the heavy stand from the shed and re-arrange a hothouse worth of plants, which are enjoying the sun—once it reappears after the rain.

before, plant stand by window

taken on a rainy morning, more sturdy stand by door