I say ‘we’. Our friend built it for us, as Rob has his hands full with the never-ending rustic greenhouse project, and I don’t do manual labour. Anyway, didn’t he do a great job?
It’s based on the metal shed in Monty Don’s veg garden, which has always given me major shed envy. Rob and I are both convinced it was our idea to copy Monty Don’s shed. (He’s wrong. It was my idea.) But no matter who’s right (I’m right), we both agree it’s turned out well.
Clearly, we got a bit carried away and added some very twee embellishments to our version. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to add a pop of yellow. Then came the hanging baskets. Then a sign for the door (pilfered from our bathroom). The embellishments kept coming. But I think we’re done now. All we have to do is move our crap inside.
In our defence – because I accept it’s weird to get this excited about a shed – we’ve never had a garden shed before. Our house didn’t come with one so we’ve made do with temporary (if 10 years counts as temporary) solutions. For all these years, Rob’s tools have lived in an old, upended wooden chest in the garden, dubbed ‘the tool shack’. Elsewhere, the chainsaw lives in the spare room. Our bikes live at the top of the stairs. Rob’s winemaking stuff lives in the attic. The strimmer lives wherever Rob left it last. Trying to find a simple screwdriver is a bloody nightmare.
Having a proper garden shed feels like we’ve finally arrived at adulthood. Even if I have dressed it up like a doll’s house. Oops.
While I’m here, have some pictures of the rustic greenhouse as it stands this week (click to enlarge). There are still lots of holes to fill in and missing panes to replace, but the front is getting there. It’s definitely ‘a statement’ at the end of the veg garden. But I love it already.
What do you think of the shed: shed of dreams or twee nightmare? (I’m going to regret asking this, aren’t I?) And what garden projects have you got planned for this year? Do tell.