This post was inspired by an adorable little girl in my church. She has a new “she shed” that’s almost as cute as she is.
Her Dad is an expert rock mason and looks like pretty handy otherwise, and her mother very creative. They took a tower from a previous play set and cut the legs down to make the house. They are putting a metal roof on it and some new stain. Ella wants to paint the inside walls pink so we have to do that and add some curtains and a rug.
And what’s a She Shed without a fancy chandelier?!
This looks like a little girl’s dream.
I told them she needs a sign. This reminded me of my “play house” (we didn’t have the term She Shed when I was growing up). I was an only child and there weren’t many playmates around my grandparents house. You can read about that house here. I was ‘crafty’ but didn’t always want to clean up whatever craft mess I was working on, so my Grandmother gave me a small room as “mine”. It was tucked away at the end of a hall and behind the living room. It had one window looking out on the back yard and an outside door that had a half window next to it opened onto a porch.
My Dad made me a ‘work table’ at just the right height for me and I had some sort of small chair. I put the table under the window as the lighting in that old house was just a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I hung some of my ‘paintings’ on the wall and my Grandmother made me a special curtain for the window.
I remember painting with watercolors. I probably made a mess and that was likely one reason for me having my own play room.
I could to do crafts, play or whatever and could leave my projects unfinished to go back to later. And I didn’t make a mess somewhere else. This was a small room that had basically been used to just store “stuff” and I said it was “tumbled up”. She and my mother helped me clean it out (probably just moved stuff to another location – don’t remember).
I decided the room should be named “Tumble Inn” so my Dad cut wood for a sign to go over the door, and “I” painted it.
I’m so glad my Dad took the sign down and saved it. I found it in his workshop after he died.
I still have that sign hanging on the wall upstairs. What sweet memories.
That is the sweetest story Iris. Especially that you still have that sign.
And the She Shed?? I love the chandelier.
I know, isn’t that chandelier adorable – the little girl is something too. I did love my “Tumble Inn” and am thinking about bringing the sign down to the main part of the house where I’ll actually see it more often.
Awww! I love it!! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for reading – I LOVE her she shed too. Certainly made me smile.