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cob construction - we're going to a workshop!

Ever since going to the farm, cutting back our expenses, learning to live simply and not cherish the material things in life, the thought of building our own home has excited us. We have the land, but we need a house. Working 40+ hours a week to pay the ridiculous costs to build a traditional home isn't an option for us. Well okay, it's an option, but not one we are considering. Learning the skills to build our own home out of cheap and plentiful materials? Now that sounds like a real option. 

I started researching natural building workshops about a year ago. I found plenty, but they are primarily on the other side of the country, and very expensive. We're talking, a grand a person for a week. Again, not an option. A few weeks ago I found Disputanta Cob, a group of people who teach cob building in central Kentucky. They have several buildings at various stages of construction, which allows attendees to get hands on experience with each aspect. Thanks to perfect timing of the universe, we signed up with our tax money. We will be attending their "From the Ground Up" cob workshop for five days in early May. They provide us with three meals a day, camp sites, and plentiful information. And all for the low early bird special price of $649 (that's all together, both of us!) 

Here's a few examples of some beautiful cob construction:
(all courtesy of google image search)

I adore the cutout shelves and rounded windows in cob houses.

built in bookshelves, benches, anything!

a stunning home :)
We don't want a big house.
We don't want the nicest things.
We just want a little house we built ourselves
(with no mortgage or credit card debt!)

Until next time,

Angela Kelly

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