The Pink Shed
It’s fun to feel like a little girl again…at 56! That’s how I felt the morning I met the truck in my driveway that held the makings of my shed. I didn’t leave the house that day, but instead kept a close eye on the progress, snapping photos and offering water to the builders. By day’s end, I had my shed, as promised!
The next day, I selected a contractor to put in electricity, walls and floors.
“It’ll take two weeks,” he estimated. I am well-versed in “contractor-speak,” so I thought, ok, a place of my own in a month …or so!
Three months later, he was done and I had a place for my desk and books!
A few photos for You: