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$ly adventure.
Isn't it always the way, when you finally get rid of something, you need it the next day.
Wouldn't this have been a great little hiding place. Heck I even think there were building blocks a plenty.
Yes you guessed it, my shed is falling apart, and here we go with yet another cos$ly adventure.
Isn't it always the way, when you finally get rid of something, you need it the next day.
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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