Shall we finally chat sheds? I’ve been too busy sitting all zen and peaceful in the bloody thing to get to writing this before now but I’ve been kicked out of it by a TARANTULA, so… #shedlife
Ever since I was a teeny tiny person, in a time before hygge was a word none of us could get our lips round, I dreamt of a snuggly little corner of the world just for me. A space I could hide away in with a teetering pile of books and my own company to while away the hours. And later to drink wine in, because, wine. I’ve just this second realised that it might be weird to drink wine in a shed in your garden on your own. No YOU have a problem, let’s move on.
After a small domestic about lawnmower storage and with my childhood dream in mind, I did a tiny excited wee when two Brummies showed up to erect (snort) the Southfork of sheds in the corner of the garden. It was my dream but the husband ordered the shed so it’s stupid big. The Brummies also sat on the roof for a bit, chain smoking in the pouring rain. They were ace.
Once it was up of course we stuck the lawnmower in it. Along with some manky old wellies and the barbecue. Classic shed.
And then.With a week off in August and half a tin of Dulux Gentle Fawn burning a hole in the back of the thing we set about making my dream come true. I don’t want to be *really* smug but it’s about a gazillion times better than I ever dreamt. It’s like Danish cosiness threw up all over it.
It was a bog standard shed off of Ebay so first things first we softened it with some bargain laminate flooring from B&Q and a bit of muslin pinned to the ceiling. Fun story: I wanted to paint the ceiling too but when I went to buy another tin of paint, instead of taking it to the counter and paying for it, I decided to chuck it all over the floor of aisle four of B&Q and have been too scared to go back. I confessed FYI, don’t splatter and run kids. The rest of the paint went straight onto the wooden walls and looks all kinds of sexy and distressed. Ri’s frankly genius contribution was to cut a leaf print template from a sponge and make a bit of a feature with a couple of grey tester pots. I LOVE IT.A little sofa, a load of cheap and cheerful throws and an apple crate full of old jumpers, socks and wine make up most of the furniture. We chucked a little IKEA Billy in the corner to stash some of my favourite books and those I haven’t yet got round to reading on, ready for a winter hunker down. The ultimate first world problem was having to choose which books to take to the shed. *Whispers* sorry rejects, I love you all. The photo on the wall is of Brixham, a fishing port a couple of towns over, and was gifted to us a long time ago. It was so huge that for the longest time it sat rolled up in a corner whilst we figured out what to do with it. IKEA to the rescue again with a mahoosive frame and now it looks a bit like a window with the best view in town.And that’s the shed. It’s everything child me ever wanted. There’s no TV (THAT was a fun chat) and the wifi doesn’t reach that far but it’s where Pete and I spend half our waking time. Betty’s not quite ok yet with me being at the other end of her kingdom to the husband – she’s a lover not a fighter – so she sits at the back door giving me stink eye. The neighbours probably also think we’re heading for divorce but I don’t think I could be happier. So Insta, very pinterest, much hygge.
This feels like my greatest adulting achievement to date and I’ve successfully shepherded two step-teens to adulthood and changed my career at the ripe old age of thirty.
Where Stuff’s From
Orange Throw / Apple Crate – The Range, cant find them online so you’ll have to brave the shop. Good luck and god speed.
Printed Fleece Throw of Dreams – Matalan, try to get under it and NOT fall asleep. Go on, try it.
p.s. sorry for the crappy iPhone photography, the husband broke my camera lens and it turns out we bought insurance for the seventy quid coffee machine but not my super awesome (read: expensive) camera. Lol.
p.p.s. I think it’s done. I might get a kettle in there. And maybe a small fridge for milk *cough* white wine *cough*. Any other suggestions?