I Was Wrong About Antlers

 

Here are some words that came out of my mouth recently:

“This is not an antler kind of cabin.  We are not antler people.”

And I say this despite my weird jubilation surrounding the waning trend of hanging faux deer heads on every empty wall.  It’s a totally overdone design fad that I just can’t give up.  AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!

But cabin antlers are different.  Cabin antlers are not ironic or tongue-in-cheek or made of surprising materials like fuchsia velvet (just saw that one yesterday – circled the store 3 times before I finally put it back because I couldn’t think of an empty, un-deer-headed wall in my house on which to hang it).  Cabin antlers are literal.  And that makes them not all that exciting to me.

When people buy cabins, they get super excited about going to the cabin store and getting some cabin stuff.  And the cabin stuff comes in various themes including Pinecone, Moose, Canoe/Paddle, Things From My Grandma’s Pantry, and Antler.  The choices can be really cute – or really predictable.  Like maybe you didn’t even go to the cabin store but you just ordered the Box-o-Cabin from Cabins R Us and set up shop without any thought at all.  It’s not very personal.  My cabin is far too personal to look like everybody else’s. Continue reading →

Early Winter Comes to Cabin Country

 

Winter has come early to Minnesota.  Which is kind of unfair because, if I recall correctly, winter LEFT LATE last season.  When we first looked at our cabin, it looked like the one above.  We tromped (seriously tromped) up the long-ass driveway in hip deep snow…….in the middle of April.  So by my calculation, that’s only 5 months without snow.  That’s messed up, y’all.

Ludlow’s Resort, in Cook, Minnesota, posted this video yesterday with the caption:  Commute to work:    The ice is setting up on Lake Vermilion. Travel to the job site is getting fun! In a few days we will be walking over.”

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(Click here to watch video…… )

Watching the wake of ice shards floating behind his boat as his bow shoves them aside is both freaky and freaky peaceful;  like an icy meditation or miniature glaciers parting the waters at boat speed.  This man’s boat ride is both beautiful and a dreadful sign of what’s to come. Continue reading →

10 Tiny Houses……and one tiny neighbor.

 

This is my neighbor.  We haven’t met yet but I intend to introduce myself and become best friends with them based solely on their ability to make me contemplate the words “Totes.  Adorbs.”  I totes doubt that I’m using that correctly but you can’t help what pops into your head, can you?  I picture the people inside listening to NPR and playing Yahtzee and reading big books snuggled under Hudson Bay blankets.  And when the big book gets boring, they look out the picture windows for like hours at a time.  And then they nap. Continue reading →

Welcome……

Cabin Crush- front door

This is it.

The front door of

My New Cabin….

at the lake.

up north.

These are all quinteassential Minnesota utterances that get tossed around each summer like “and” and “but.” And now, at the ripe old age of wouldn’t-you-like-to-know,  they belong to me.  Finally!

It doesn’t have a name yet and I’ve only stayed there a couple of times  –  not terribly comfortably  – because like so many new home buyers, we thought it was perfect, move-in ready, until we got there and tried to eat, sleep and bathe.

Cue the renovation.

And maybe later I’ll tell you about trying to wash the bat guano down the tub drain.

But still, every time I share our good news, it feels like I just got home from the hospital with my new baby…..it’s just that big.

So this new baby is super cute and I love her so much but she’s not sleeping through the night yet.  I’m tired and I’m frustrated and I keep rocking back and forth saying,  “It’s gonna be great….it’s gonna be great……it’s gonna be great..…”   Have you ever done a renovation project  long distance?  In the north woods?  On a road that is closed to large scale trucks in the winter?  And by “winter” I mean October through May?  And involving a driveway that requires, I mean REQUIRES, a four wheel drive vehicle?  Apparently, all these things complicate the renovation process  (“it’s gonna be great…….it’s gonna be great…..it’s gonna be great…….”).

Cabin Crush is a blog about my transition from Cabin Covet-er to Cabin Owner.  It’s a warehouse of  cabin infatuation.  A haven for cabinistas (and cabinistos?).   I’ve always trolled for cabin porn and, frankly, there’s tons of it out there including a tumblr called “Cabin Porn.”  Which I considered co-opting but because I’m a nice girl, like REALLY nice, except for the potty mouth, I will stick to crushes.  Plus, my mom might read this.  So looking at cabin porn late into the night is awesome but I tend to want to know more.  I want to know the stories behind the cabins.   When was it built?  How has it changed through the generations?  Do they have a boat?  Show me the dock!  Where do they read their books?  What is the cabin philosophy of the owners, because it’s different for everyone;  some people want to rough it in the great outdoors and other people throw Pringles cans at spiders and have irrational fears about mice getting caught in the bedsheets while they’re sleeping.  For some people, it doesn’t matter what the cabin looks like and for other people, it matters a LOT.  Because form and function equals comfort and joy  (like a Christmas song, y’all).   I’m in the “a LOT” category, fyi.

I want before and after pix.

I want to know where you got that cool rug.

I also want to see the rugs you almost bought.

I don’t really care what you caught but I DO want to know how you cooked it (unless you caught it in your bedsheets, then keep that shit to yourself).

I want photos of other cabins and camps and cottages that would make Martha Stewart cry.

I want essays about the bats, and the boat, and the lake, and the townies, and the cabin tantrums.

So I will give you what I couldn’t find…….welcome to my Cabin Crush.