my yurt review

DSC_0667(Image via Tiny House Blog)

Remember this cabin? (Not the cabin that is shown above, but the one in the article link.) I had fallen in love with it at first sight. True love, not the superficial kind of love that you get when you see something or someone that strikes your fancy. You know, the love that only happens to you once in a lifetime. Well, it’s happened again!

I was kidding, of course. It totally was superficial.

IMG_0291(Image via Tiny House Blog)

I came across this yurt getaway on the Tiny House Blog. In summary, Eric wanted a weekend getaway on an island just off of the Washington coast. He wanted to build it as inexpensively and quickly as possible, thus making it off the grid and tiny. Furnished with a vintage icebox, stainless steel freestanding sink, minimal seating, and southwestern accents, I’m confident in admitting that I’m pining after it. (Pining, get it? Because it’s in the forest.) It’s unique shape only adds to its appeal. The fact that he also has a dog in the photographs? Well, he just bumped it up from puppy love to true love. (Puppy love. I did it again.)

Be sure to visit Tiny House Blog for a more complete description and tour!

<3

Emory

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  1. Mum

     /  09/03/2014

    If you are truly wishing for a getaway place, I may have some room for you at MY new getaway haven. I think there is a meadow surrounded by tall pines, a few wild horses, and we can make it off-grid. Might even have room for a canine or two. So come visit! Try it out.

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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