The seven day itch

I have now lived in my house, full time, for a whole week. So far it’s perfectly fine, but there are several little daily things that makes up not exactly problems, but tiny itches. Such as, where do I place the coffee kettle after I’ve filled it and while I light the alcohol stove? Do I take my shoes of before I go in or indoors? Because keeping your shoes on is seriously not an option. Where do I place the last step on my ladder down from the alcove without blocking the window and also, how do I get the window to close fully while keeping the bookshelves intact, etc.

I don’t have water or electricity, so every daily activity, from washing in the morning to brushing my teeth and doing the dishes is a tiny little adventure (I suppose this is where the ‘tiny living’ tag comes from). In the morning, I light the fireplace and have a pot of water placed on it for warm water during the day. I take care to wash all the dishes directly after use, and if I’m boiling an egg for breakfast, I’ll use the hot water from that to wash my coffee cup. And such.

Part of my kitchen in its orderly jumble

Considering this, I have chosen wood for my cutlery and dishes, both for their light weight, the fact that they won’t break during driving, that they’re antibacterial and easy to clean and with the added bonus of the sound. No more sharp clacking or scraping during those tender morning hours, but the warm whisper of larch.


Every day there are new things to adjust and to adjust to, I’m still settling in. Probably, living like this will affect both my body and psyche in new and interesting ways yet to be seen.

Me on the porch, photo by Even Tømte

Chaos, creation and coffee

Today I made the first morning coffee in the wagon, a creation myth in miniature. First, there was water, and over the water the darkness dwelt.


Then there was fire, and my Origo alcohol stove. This is meant for boats, so the holder for the alcohol is secured firmly inside the canister. It’s quite handy and easy to use, silent and virtually smoke-free. Takes a while to boil water, though. And so far I only have the one plate-version. It might be a bit clumsy what I really start to use the kitchen, but we’ll see.

The copper kettle was my grandmothers.


And the light fell upon the earth, here represented by coffee beans and handgrinder. Like I said, it takes a while for the water to boil, so I might as well have fresh ground beans.


And of course, when you use an alcohol stove, you’ll need air, so here is my first first breakfast by the living room window (I like to keep with the hobbit, or Danish tradition of first and second breakfast) with all the elements of creation and a Scottish shortbread, which I’m sure was present at the original creation also.