My Airstream Obsession

in Entertaining nonsense and profound thought

I have become obsessed with Airstream Trailers. Not the new fancy ones. No, it’s the vintage shiny silver bullets that I adore. I’m thinking if I could find one and restore it I could paint it metallic pink or blue. Maybe periwinkle. It could sit in a field of flowers and be my writer’s retreat. I could pull it around the country on book tours.

None of this is practical, of course. And truthfully it’s kind of disturbing the number of hours I’ve spent looking at Airstream trailers, and other travel trailers too for that matter, when I should have been writing or promoting. I’ve been scanning Craig’s List and the Airstream Classifieds for – what? It’s no secret that I can’t afford to buy anything like a trailer at the moment. So what’s all this distraction really about? Did I tell you that last week I spent all my time looking at tiny houses? Some on trailers, some not.

Perhaps the oddest thing about this obessession is that I don’t particularly like little spaces. I’ve always drempt of big houses with open areas. Nothing for me to bump into. No clostriphobic spaces. And yet here I am infatuated with these tiny dwellings. Where would I put my sewing? my clothes? my computer? My dogs, for heaven’s sake. What the heck am I going to do in a space so tiny I can hardly turn around?

The benifit, of course, is that there wouldn’t be room for anyone but me. No distractions. Nothing to interfer with my writing schedule. Except my own mind, of course – but that’s another story. I’m at that place I get to several times a year when I’m not making the kind of progress on my work that I want to. Kids and work and sports and theater all get in the way. Not that I don’t love the kids and all their activities, but sometimes I’d like to be able to just be alone in my head for a while so I could sort out the stories. Get some pixels into the WIP.

And so I find myself searching get aways, and travel trailers and tiny houses and rockets into space. Because I need to get some. If I don’t get some space soon I may do something drastic, and because I can’t afford to shoot myself into space for a vacation it’s likely to be a full on temper tantrum. Or maybe I’ll just buy myself a 1967 Airstream and paint it electric blue.

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Judy, Judy, Judy April 3, 2012 at 11:52 pm

I have done this kind of thinking for years! I had a friend in California who had a big luxurious tent in her backyard that she used for this purpose. Of course, the weather is always good there, so it worked. Here there would be very few days when that would work weather wise.

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KarenB April 3, 2012 at 9:13 pm

There’s a house near here where they build this tiny log cabin in the backyard. Big enough to live in, not like a playhouse, but pretty darn wee. I was going to take a picture of it when I passed by tonight but it was too dark. It made me think of you. I, too, would like a space of my own occasionally. I’ve been looking at class B campers and fantasizing.

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Skye April 2, 2012 at 11:37 am

I, too, have an obsession with tiny spaces, even though there wouldn’t be room for all my stuff. And I think that’s the point, for me. Nothing extraneous. Nothing that wasn’t absolutely essential. And then, without clutter, maybe I could think and create.

The electric blue sounds nice. 🙂

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