Monday, April 12, 2010

Mine. Mine Mine Mine.

Take a look at these two buildings. One of them is for my husband's hobby. One of them is for mine. Guess which building I got. And guess who's still crying foul.

The little shed here was a chicken coop when we moved in, complete with chicken wire nest boxes and a tiny door in the side for the hens to come and go. Visions of Martha Stewart's exotic flock of blue-egg-laying birds danced in my head, and I started making serious noises about buying chicks. The Hubby was horrified.

Suddenly, he was cutting big holes for windows in the side of the coop and tearing out the nest supports, "for the pottery studio you always wanted". He let me know I was supposed to be happy about this turn of events, but I know an intervention when I see one. I'm no dumb cluck.

And did he really think I was going to hole up in a tiny, converted chicken coop for hours at a time? Please. The pottery studio morphed into a potting shed, which I actually kind of wanted but also shunned on principle.

And so, it came as quite a surprise to the dear old boy when I started tossing his stuff out of "my" shed this weekend. Along with a pile of cast off hardware and miscellaneous machinery, I evicted a vole and a camping blanket that had apparently been the winter home of its entire clan.

Everything in there got thrown away, scrubbed, or relocated to the big barn. I hosed the place out and left the doors open to the spring sun and breeze. And you know what? It's not a bad little space.

I hauled in some of my treasures that couldn't go in the house but were too cool to toss, like this log with three big holes that are just begging to be planted with ferns, moss, and impatiens. And a skeletal, black bark strip that looks like driftwood. And rocks. Turkey feathers, of course. Paper wasp and bird nests... no chickens, but I'm over it. It'll make a great potting shed and play house.

However, for the pottery studio I have designs on the third bay of the garage. Don't tell The Hubby. It's gonna be a surprise.

5 comments:

Rambling Woods said...

LOL...You have so much room at your place...I am so envious. There is so much you can do with it all and no next door neighbors on your back. Heck, I'll move into what ever is left over ..Michelle

MyMaracas said...

Michelle, you're right. It's an obscene amount of space for two people, but we're going to enjoy the hell out of it for as long as we can manage to keep it up. We do love the freedom the privacy of the place affords.

EG Wow said...

Wonderful little place! I am sooo jealous! And I won't tell anyone about your plans for the garage's third bay. :)

A piece of news said...

OH HE IS GOING TO BE SO SURPRISED! I love surprises! ;)

Johnny Nutcase said...

ha! this is great post...you're gonna have fun!