Unbeknownst to me, over the past few years I have slowly begun my slide into old cranky hermit goat lady like that woman in Cold Mountain. I spend a lot of time alone (watching OWN on my couch), I spent a good 2 minutes last week deciding if I could really use the wild onions growing in my yard on my food and I've been neglecting my
chin beard eyebrow maintenance. If I wear this headscarf for one more lazy Sunday a goat will magically appear in my backyard.
But the old cranky hermit goat lady did get to spend some quality time with Jude Law so maybe this headscarf thing isn't such a bad idea...
However, no goat lady is complete without her own shack so it's a good thing the Cabin Porn tumblr crossed my dash recently. Cabin Porn isn't lumberjacks doing the nasty (although there probably is a tumblr for that) but the kind of porn I like: buildings.
Possibly lumberjack porn now that I think about it... *runs to tumblr*
Well hello, slightly-bigger-than-a-shack for a slightly-more-glamorous-than-your-average-goat-lady-hermit.
|Josephine Ashmun House by Alden B. Dow here|
Charlemagne is my metaphorical goat.
|Norman Jaffe here|
So if you happen to know of any available shacks that are cheap/free - maybe that holds your family's forgotten four-wheeler or where you practice your pagan rituals during the solstices - please let this Madame know. I promise you won't even know I'm there. (Except for the snail trail of glitternaise I leave everywhere I go, of course)
If it happened to look like this shack instead of that onyx piece of heaven above then that would be just as awesome. Actually, here in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains that is considered a McMansion. Where they probably stock it with McMoonshine.
I may never come back...
|Little Big House by Room 11|
|Up North by Peter Baker|
|Casa Garoza by Herreros Arquitectos here|
|Cadyville Sauna by Dan Hisel. See more awesome pics here.|
Just imagine all that and more that I'll be able to provide if you would so generously share your meth shed with me for a week while I recharge my glitter batteries. So if you have any destination recommendations holler at me.
But please, no goats. There's only one thing allowed to have a chin beard around here.