Two years. That’s how long Eve Picker has been planning Pittsburgh’s first tiny house. It hasn’t been easy. She couldn’t even get a bank loan because the project was too unusual. And city zoning codes aren’t exactly set up for tiny houses. So the fact that ground is actually breaking and studs are finally being nailed, feels like a big deal.
“It makes it feel real,” Picker says, as she watches a five-ton excavator do some delicate ballet on the cramped building site. “I love construction. The messier it gets, the happier I am.”