Here we are, almost four months into our year long trip, but it feels like we left yesterday. This is our first Tiny House Christmas, and Guillaume and I are spending it in the warm south. We’re thinking about exploring an island today – either Hilton Head or Tybee, or maybe we’ll just stay in bed and watch movies. “I’ve never seen Christmas Vacation,” Guillaume reminded me last night. “Never???” I repeated in horror. It’s moments like these I wonder how we work as a couple. But we do.
It’s difficult to buy a tangible gift for someone who lives in a tiny house. And it’s especially hard when you also live in that tiny house. The gift has to be something for the both of you, and usually, it can’t be large.
This year I got Guillaume a moderately large gift. It’s a rock climbing grip he’s been eyeing for months. I carefully measured the area where I thought we’d mount it (the front beam of the loft) when Guillaume wasn’t looking. It’s a beautifully carved piece of wood, and I’m convinced it will look nice there. Plus, I get the added bonus of a muscly boyfriend. Merry Christmas to me!
Guillaume managed to sneakily buy me a tangible gift as well. I laughed when I opened it because I remember him disappearing for twenty minutes in the Charleston City Market about a week ago. I thought he was off photographing something. He does that. Nope, he was being a ninja-gift buyer. The gift he gave me was a hand carved puzzle box that fits inside another hidden box shaped like a book. It’s small, beautiful, handmade and can be tucked away easily (but I won’t tell you how to open it. It’s a secret)!
I find it amusing, but not very surprising, that we both purchased gifts carved from wood. Building a tiny house, or anything made from wood, really gives you an appreciation for it. We caught the carpenter-fever and, perhaps, we both miss building a little bit.