I’m starting to worry myself. After making the decision to get a summer house for our small yard I have become slightly shed obsessed.
I shouldn’t be shocked. Growing up I loved my relatives’ sheds. My uncle Joe’s shed was a wooden work room that smelled of saw dust, coffee and solder. Uncle Ray had a shed and an Anderson shelter. So much to explore. There was less opportunity for shed shenanigans as I grew up, which is a shame.
Now my shed dreams have been reignited. It doesn’t help that Amazing Spaces: Shed Of The Year is on. I love it. Watching people carve out their own space for their own delight makes me grin ear to ear. It’s not about money. It’s about imagination, ingenuity and skill. It’s great to people getting so much joy from tiny spaces. I can’t wait to join them.