The seed was planted..

A simple email sent by my always intrigued mother was received by an ever distracted and always dreaming daughter. The email included a eco site promoting "out of the box" building techniques, ideas and stories. A giant shed that used shipping containers as the internal walls to create a modern home that reignited my passion for warehouse living. Two shipping containers joined delicately with glass framed by a wooded forest. The ultimate tree house built from a protruding shipping container perched on the edge of a cliff face.

Something you should know about me before I go to far, I'm a"do-er", a dreamer, a schemer, a diy-er, a always up to something-er. Full of energy and a lack of at times logical thought. I look at something and I either know how it works or I will know how it works once I've pulled it apart. I was born with my father's brain. If it can be done I will do it, or find out how. So with one renovation under my belt and a bit of cash in the bank I concocted my next project, a home made of shipping containers.

Back to the email. I work in public service, I love a good distraction like most from doing what I'm paid for. This fascinated me. Within 2mins I had decided that I was building one. I replied to Mom and stated that this will be taking place and we'd discuss tonight. She I'm sure expected this to be forgotten before I even made it home. By the end of the day I had scale drawings, furniture lay out, building materials methods of construction and of course a budget.

My father, Jack of all trades, the schemer, the do-er, the go to man, the sounding board, and my often worst nightmare - the no man.