Spring = lack of blogging

Ah yes, spring has sprung, and the snow has melted to reveal months-worth of soggy dog poop & cigarette butts...and this inspires me to frolick outdoors to the detriment of this blog. Ah well, c'est la me.

I'm in the process of tracing documents dealing with the zoning of the land/septic system installation/permits/land surveys/etc... In the meantime, some luverly inspiration pics, and a comic from me to you.

I lovewantneed these floors... http://scandinavianretreat.blogspot.com

 

Gorgeous kitchen cabinets, and awesome wall/ceiling treatments.  http://scandinavianretreat.blogspot.com

 

Boo-ti-ful fireplace mod that doesn't fit with my design but is ohsopretty anyways, and a cabin in the woods that just makes you say "Ahhhhh".  http://scandinavianretreat.blogspot.com

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Oh, and wasn't there something about a comic in there? Yes. Yes there was.

 

The moral of this is don't leave animal crackers and Comic Life in the same room...

 

Hehe, poop.

County Guidelines on poopy-disposal

Ah yes, poop. What's to be done with all this poop? Hehe, poop.

The original (original, like, "O.G." original) plan was to build a pioneer-type cabin without power or water that would rely on an outhouse and a woodstove for everything, as well as a supply of water brought in for cooking, drinking, and bathing. I decided fairly early on that if I was going to the trouble of building a whole house, I might as well go to the trouble of making sure I could go potty there.

And that's where the problem lies... The old cabin is on well-water and on a septic system, and I'm 99% sure that the county will NOT let me run some plumbing between the two buildings to put the new one on the septic system and the well water...which means I get to research the rules and guidelines for septic systems put down by Huron County. Fun.

Stop the Presses!

Last minute update!!!! Below, a beautiful love-child solution? I think YES.

 

zomg yes.

Gi-normous update.

I promised gi-normous. And it is. Oh, it is. I spent the weekend making truffles, going to brunch, and learning the hell out of Google Sketch Up...which I highly recommend to those of us that are low on teh ca$h, but big on teh de$igning. Hmm, I'm not sure why there was another dollar sign in there...symmetry?

ANYhoo, I've roughly (oh so roughly) sketched out the general floorplan/size/flow of the cabin. It has tall ceilings at the entrance (14.5feet) that slope down to 7' in the bedroom. Which I think makes for a cozy little bear-den I can hibernate in. It also has a sauna sketched in (well, I did say it was a Scandinavian cabin...), and a bathroom filled with actual sized bits n' pieces that I sourced from Home Depot's website and on IKEA's, based solely on price and not aesthetic appeal...sigh. Which reminds me, if you haven't hacked IKEA (here) you should.

 

And the fireplace that I am in love with (yes the one that doesnt actually exist yet, but that I am in love with...). Although since the fire will be the only source of heat I'm debating abandoning its loveliness and going with a woodstove like the one below...thoughts? Does anyone find a difference between the two in heating abilities?

 

Gorgeous fireplace designed by me                vs                  Woodstove goodness

The Island of Conclusions

You get there by jumping. Anyone read The Phantom Tollbooth? Anybody? Anybody...? Sigh. Well, 12 year old me highly recommends it.

So, here's a wee post all about me getting ahead of myself. But it has gorgeous pic-a-tures!

from www.designspongeonline.com

Those wallpapers up there...how awesome would it be to put them inside the back of a white pine cupboard for a (giant) splash of colour? ...SO awesome. ...Or maybe some exciting Marimekko prints...

eye noms from www.marimekko.fi/ENG

Plan of Attack

 

said software

 

example from http://www.charlesandhudson.com

Ok...build a cabin in the woods...um, I guess I'll need some lumber. yes, definitely some lumber...maybe I should get some pipes too, so I can go potty...Yes, I might also want some pipes so I can go potty...

ARGH.

I tend to jump ahead (WAY ahead) of what I need to do, and where, and how I can do it, and all those other stupid important things. Okay, slow down. Breathe.

I looked up some neato software for designing buildings (inside and out), and if I only had $1,995 I could purchase them...because I always purchase software. Legally. Always.  ...hehe.

I'll be giving this stuff a whirl tonight (potentially tomorrow, depends on whether I succumb to the blank expressionless eyes of Special Agent Fox Mulder and watch more of the greatest show EVAR), and so my NEXT post should have some sort of design that might eventually morph into a cabin that I will construct at some point in the murky murky future.

I be feelin' guilty...

Look at that cabin (here)...it's so awesome. And its puppy dog eyes are begging me for some answers...sigh. All right, I feel a little guilty for planning a newer, sexier cabin next to this old lady...we have a long history...

My Grandparents bought the recently re-constructed cottage (it was found abandoned on the shield closer to Ottawa, disassembled, trucked in, rebuilt) in the mid 1960s, my Dad spent large amounts of his childhood and teenage years up there, and I went for the first time when I was about 3 or 4 weeks old. It's arguably my favourite place in Canada, and full of great memories. So what's the deal? Why teh flippin'z heck do I want to build a different one on the same property?!

I dunno.

Well, okay, I have an inkling why. I like to build things. I need to build things, or I get all fidgety and grumpy (just ask Mitch). The cottage is also NOT winterized. Which means as soon as temperatures dip below 0C (around mid-October) the cottage is shut-down, and out of service until the mercury nudges up to above freezing at night (mid-May). That's a LONG time to be cottage-less. And I have always wanted to get up there during those deep-snow months.

And in a way, the cottage isn't mine. It's design was chosen by some pioneer, it's interiors have been chosen (enforced?) by my Grandmother (full-on orange & brown 70s chic), and my Mother (full-on white and blue French Provencal chic). Neither of which is really my thing, and let's be realistic...I am going to have to pry the decorating brush from some very cold & dead hands.

Then there's the "guest house + extra beds + my-future-kids + privacy" argument. But I guess, in a lot of ways, the image of being curled up in a blanket in front of a fire with some tea and my dog (I'll get one some day!) after a day of cross-country skiing, while big fluffy snowflakes fall outside is one of, if not the reason.