The Shed Saga

I got a wonderful buy on a garden shed,with many pieces and neatly taped into a flat box.

My son the Nomad Carpenter was around and he volunteered to assemble this beautiful object.

Well.

It's the old case of someone writing the directions in ancient Sanskrit, then finding someone to translate it into English.

The sketch clearly indicated that the door would go in the narrow end. Wrong, oh so terribly wrong.

First, Nomad smartly built a sturdy floor.


Then he had to deal with the instructions.

Finally the unhelpful plans were tossed and Nomad assembled the shed the way a non-Sanskrit reading person would do it and now we have come this far.

True, the sliding doors are not quite into place but there was a unanimous feeling that we should go indoors and see about creating a voodoo doll.
I know I'll love my shed.
It will just take a while.

Recycling Can Be An Addiction

When we were were all getting married, my friends lusted for their first piece of French- polished furniture while I prowled second-hand shops searching for battered pieces of oak, in fact anything that looked as though it had some history behind it.

That became the story of my life.

Those were heady days when my kids could be persuaded to cart home cast-offs I'd previously spotted on garbage day.

Now that I'm on my own I can spring out of the car, load the road-side reject and drive on without so much as a blush.

I found "the grotto " years ago and thought I'd use it as the indoor pond it was supposed to be until I installed a pump and discovered the leak. Then it went into the garden where It's stuffed with parsley and vines. It has been through many moves with me, the ugly lovable old beast.

Recently my garbage foraging landed me this old mirror; a bit of glue and paint and now it's hanging on the deck, pleased to be of use.

Next I'll work on the old eight- foot paint-splattered wooden ladder I recently carted home.Soon this ugly tall duckling will turn into something rather graceful. I'm just waiting for inspiration.

My Rose -Colored World

This piece of colored glass began its life as a farm-house window.

Now it's my turn to see the world through its eyes.