When we lived in the house made of tires, we didn’t have a dresser. Martin hung one little bar for clothes, and we kept everything else in plastic bins, either in the bedroom or in storage. Like most houses made of tires, this house had a serious mouse problem. We didn’t want our clothes getting chewed up or pooped on.
I hated the amount of time I had to spend rotating our wardrobes from season to season. It was during the heart of our No New Clothes Challenge when neither of us bought any clothes for two years and slowly eliminated ones we didn’t like, so it’s not as if we had a lot of clothes. We just didn’t have a place where we could put any them.
If you don’t have a place to put your clothes, you don’t enjoy having them.
Then and there, I vowed that we would:
- Build a closet big enough to hold all of our clothing, from ski jackets and thermal underwear to flip flops.
- Limit the amount of clothes we owned.
Today, our bedroom consists of our bed, Niklas’ crib, a humidifier on the floor, and our closet.
To me, small space living isn’t about rotating clothing and other belongings. It’s about enjoying what you own and really trying to pull out and shed what doesn’t work for you.
And look – a little bunny came to pose with me on this freezing cold day! He’s in the lower right beneath the bush.