Folks, this is tiny house living at its very realest. The snow is too deep outside to use our clothes line, and probably won’t melt for a good long while.
Cute, huh?
Living like this stressed me out until one of my lovely writer friends suggested I romanticize it a bit.
So now I live in The Burrow with the Weasleys.
Be jealous.
Ramblings of an Obsessive Bookworm 