Shed's dead, baby, shed's dead

We've killed the monster shed. 

When I say "we", obviously I mean The Boy. And when I say "killed", I mean smashed to smithereens with a massive sledgehammer. And when I say "monster", I mean 15ft by 9ft. I exaggerate not.

Feels so good. I can see the back fence now. Can't wait to get planting, but that's a way off still. Next spring.

Elephant grey

I'm back! Been a while, no?

Here's a nice remake I am pretty pleased with:

£20 charity shop seventies raffia chair, spray painted elephant grey (I heart spray paint) with a graphic print cushion, fabric from the lovely Ray Stitch on Essex Road (N1).

More to come...