I used to think I was a minimalist. I live in a small space, I'm organized, I don't keep clutter, I don't even have a junk drawer. So I'm a minimalist right? As it turns out, not so much.  It wasn't until I saw my home in pictures that I realized I'm a more is more kind of girl. More patterns, more colors, more plants, more layers and textures, I'd say that makes me a maximalist. This girl likes her things, but I find I like them more in a cozier environment.  

I binge watch Tiny House Nation, Tiny House Hunting, Tiny Luxury, Tiny Paradise and even Tiny House Big Living.  The concept of having fewer things in order to live the way you want to is music to my ears.  However, the idea of dragging my home around on wheels does not appeal to me at all. Have you met my car? I drive a Chevy Spark! My little pink ride is no work horse.   Add that to the fact that the City of Atlanta hasn't completely embraced tiny houses yet. If I wanted to build the tiny foundation built home of my dreams I'd have to do it in one of the more rural parts of the State of Georgia. I'm a city girl through and through. So that would be a big ‘ole no to that option.

 So for now, I've decided to embrace Tiny House living in my tiny 10th floor studio apartment. I'm a Maximalist who loves living minimally. Paradox? Maybe, but who says I have to fit into one box?

  Welcome to my little piece of the Tiny House Nation!

I may not have a stand alone Tiny Home, but my home is a reflection of me and the things I love. The color pink and tiny things. It's also my safe place to land to when it feels like everything is going wrong. It's where I go for inspiration, it both stimulates and soothes me. 

My home is also where I house my many, many, many things.  I tend to do things in multiples, but not necessarily in excess.  Plants, pictures, pillows, shoes, etc. Like I said, I'm a more is more kind of girl, but that doesn't mean I live in chaos. My choices may seem maddening to someone else, but I am a study in organization and order.  In 505 sq feet, I have to be, not only that, my borderline Obsessive Compulsive Disorder requires it.  Who knew order could be so sexy?