And

Things have worked out once again!

Someone else we know has offered to let us park and work on their acreage!

He even provided us map and directions to his place.

Anytime, we can go plop it!

YaaY!

We will be buying a vintage truck.

El Beasto has always wanted one.

We need a vehicle that is able to tow this bad boy.

We like older vehicles that you can work on and do maintenance yourself.

After we buy one, we shall sell our current vehicle.

I am hoping that where ever we eventually wind up that I will be able to use my bike and walk conveniently too.  That will be our next plan, finding land.

And on with things continuing in an upward manner!

Oh Well...

Our plans fell through once again.

This is the third person who told us we could move our trailer to their farm, ranch, land and work on it

who has now backed out.

Back to the drawing board...

We have even offered each money as a sort of rent and to make sure and keep their place clean while we worked.

I'm sure something will work out eventually.

We've Been Working on It, Promise!

And since this picture was taken, all those cabinets and more have been ripped out.

We've (by we, I really mean El Sammy Beasto) has been doing the work all stealth like right now.

However, we have a person whose father owns a bunch of property and told us that we could move it there to continue demolition and then rebuild.

WooHoo!!

He's even going to tow it for us.

Super lucky.

This is going to be a slow process for us.

We're going bit by bit as we will do things as we can pay for it out right.

The goal is no debt once we make the move.

We've been playing with plans, looking at different materials, and just plain old day dreaming of what can be.

I am very, very, very slowly reducing at the house.

I try to remove at least one item a day.

The garage is filling with bags that need to be donated.

Trying to sell my vintage clothes on etsy and ebay hasn't really gone quite as planned.

C'est la vie.

I have some friends who may enjoy them and give them a good home if I gift them to them.

We hope that once we are able to connect up and get the Purple Peanut moved that we will be able to make quicker progress on her.

Oh gypsy vardo, we look forward to our lives together!

We seriously have a bunch of crap

I'm expecting a friend from out of town for this weekend.

What did that mean?

It means cleaning up our "extra" room that is just wall to wall packed with crap.

Oh and the ferrets run around in there from time to time.

It's a huge adventure for them.

So, here I am, moving around Rubber Maid containers to the empty closet, crawls space, garage....

I begin browsing through the mountains that are beginning to close in around me.

What do we need 50 backpacks or duffle bags or just bags for?

Isn't one for  each of us sufficient?

Hey, here's five sheet sets and a bunch of mis-matched pillow cases.

Look, it's Halloween decorations that were stuffed with newspaper to hang from the tree.

By the way, we haven't hung them in the tree in over five years.

You don't even want to know how much burlesque crap there is shoved around the house.

Fans that are beyond repair, cardboard props that are ripped and taped up....

they went in the garbage yesterday.

I've already put together about 5 bags to donate.

Once this weekend ends, I'll dive in voraciously.

If we want to live in a tiny house, we better size it down considerably....

I've begun selling some things on ebay and etsy.

If that goes well, perhaps it will be incentive to get rid of even more.

Though, El Sammy Beasto still wants to rent a storage unit for things/furniture that he just can't part with.

At this moment, I'll look at it as our personal store.

It will be a place to go to when we need dishes, utensils and other housewares to replace broken ones.

It will be our library because I can't seem to be able to part yet with the 100's of books that we've collected over the years and still have not read.

I will not purchase new ones though.

Maybe in time, we'll be able to give all of that up too.

This is going to be a learning, growing, changing process.

(from here - The 3Rs Blog)

Not the room, but could be!

It's here!

Oh yes, the Purple Peanut has arrived.

Still don't know why we call it the Purple Peanut?

Purple Peanut is slang for hemorrhoid.

And though exciting, I'm quite sure that this project will, at times, be a royal pain in the butt.

Well, it's arrived.

We knew it was trashed.

And now we know full of mold, yuck.

There are windows broken, the door doesn't close, the floor is spongy, everything that could be taken and sold was, and it's just plain gross on the inside.

It's all a.o.k., though, because we are tearing the whole thing down.

We will be getting some N95 masks and some safety glasses and going to town.

There will be a complete re-framing, changing the shape of the outside and perhaps even adding a foot to the front, rear and sides.

Maybe as much as 3' to the ceiling height.

We do believe we want a rounded roof, true Vardo Style.

There will more than likely be wacky, bright colors.

Perhaps even shaker shingles covering the part of the outside after.

The ideas are flowing.

We're looking into complete solar power, with electrical hookup as backup.

There will be tons to tell.

And pictures to follow.

For now, here is the current floor plan of the Peanut.

Well, Hello There

This is our Art/Life/Tiny Living/Bought a Trashed Trailer/Rebuild/Transition to Self-Sustainability/Gypsy Vardo Living/What In the Hell Did We Do Blog

This is going to be an Art Life Transition to Self-Sustainability Project.
If anyone would like to help, donate, give advice, just let us know!!

So if you made it that far, here's what's up.

If you have followed my previous blog, LaPetiteMort73, you may have come across my posts about wanting a mini-farm, poultry, tiny living, being off the grid and self-sustainable.

Of course, that blog has many other entries as well, including really selfish and materialistic wants.

Just to fill in, if you aren't aware, I grew up in the swamps of Louisiana, literally.

I mean, it was nothing to have an alligator in your front yard or step over Cotton-Mouth snakes while just leisurely walking about.  I mean, damn, I learned how to roller skate and ride a bike originally on an oyster shell driveway.

On a side note, I grew up with chickens all my life.  Yes, there were Copperheads wrapped around the cages trying to eat them & the eggs, but we had chickens!

Needless to say, those chickens were more pets.

We only ate the eggs, and our chickens died of old age.

Also, my parents composted and gardened.

We always had fresh veggies and sometimes fruit.

It just depended what they could grow each year.

It was always experimental.

Mom canned veggies, made preserves, cooked all the time while holding a full time job.

Dad, also held a hard labor full time job and gardened and built and did things self-sufficiently.

It's funny that I "hated" it all growing up.

You know, embarrassed about it.

I went to a Private, Catholic School.

I was, well, different.

It's funny now, because I still am.

Only, now, I've come to appreciate it......

and to learn from it.

I can completely appreciate all that my parents did and I've learned from them.

All I can say, is that El Sammy Beasto, never had such a childhood.

He grew up on the Wank.

That's the West Bank for you folks from Louisiana.

But he went to school in New Orleans,

the Big City, Yo!

He did not have quite as much experience in the "gardening/husbandry" field,

however, he did have a little more experience in the fishing area!

Though I spent a bit of time fishing in the Reserve Canal, Maurepaus area, his dad has a camp in Lafitte right on the freaking water!!!

Sweet.

So, when we moved up here, from our Third Story Condo in the Sky-y-a... 

on 17th Street Canal ~

El Sammy Beasto was kind of impressed with the shite I could grow in a desert like area (compared to Louisiana).

Since then, we both have discovered (Together) our love of Off-the-Grid-Living-Survivalist-Tactics stuff we have in common.

Thus began our infatuation of Tiny Living, Small House Love.

For the past few years we have followed many blogs about living with little, living simply, growing what you need, living off the land.....

We drool over websites,

we email each other tiny homes in awesome locales.

Well, this past weekend, what do you think happened - spontaneously?

El Sammy Beasto actually bid and won on trailers we've looked at for years.

Side Note:

After Katrina, we lived in a 70's Avion Silver Bullet for about 6 months.

We kept thinking about that.

We've looked and looked for vintage trailers.

Then, El Sammy Beasto found this site for the Emergency Response Studio Project made from a trashed FEMA trailer.

Of course this started our wheels turning.

Okay, back to the bid.

He won a bid for a trashed FEMA Trailer.

So, we're having hauled up here to be put on a friend's land.

Now, I'm going to start sketching out layouts, solar, wind, radiant heat, small cast iron stoves......

Oh the list goes on and on....

Also, the search for rural land that will let us live our dream.

Gypsy Vardo Style, Conceptual Art Style, Completely Self-Sufficient with no need for tapping into community water/electricity/gas.............?

The possibilities are endless, I tell you!

You can check out the Debris that Will Be the Purple Peanut at this link.....
http://purple-peanut.tumblr.com/

Oh and extra points if you know what Purple Peanut means!!!!