When I packed up my parent's home, a number of years ago, I left behind some wonderful storm windows, beautiful wood framing, perfect glass, and I could have had a beautiful garden shed.
Wouldn't this have been a great little hiding place. Heck I even think there were building blocks a plenty.
Yes you guessed it, my shed is falling apart, and here we go with yet another cos$ly adventure.
Isn't it always the way, when you finally get rid of something, you need it the next day.
Yes you guessed it, my shed is falling apart, and here we go with yet another cos$ly adventure.
Isn't it always the way, when you finally get rid of something, you need it the next day.
3 comments:
I want a shed like that to read in!
Dear Irene, I need me a writing shed just like that. Maybe then my magnum opus would come forth. xoxo
Yes, that's always happening to me and I don't like it one bit.
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