As a little girl, I always wanted to own a gypsy caravan.
I could just imagine myself sat, barefoot on the front of one with a little white pony pulling us along the sweet smelling country lanes of middle England. And at night I would snuggle up and read books by gaslight.
My reality? I lived in coronation street land - concrete and bricks. I yearned for my own little caravan so badly that it almost hurt. Actually scratch that last sentence... It did hurt. It did. Mainly because I knew that it would never happen.
Skip thirty years forward to our first few weeks in this new house... Our newly inherited shed was in a sorry state. The woodstain had all but weathered away and most of the roof felt had perished.
It was still a good shed though and would cost a small fortune to replace completely. So I set about purchasing roofing felt and adhesive and I repaired the roof (Admittedly in a rather amateurish and lopsided way) But it saw the shed through another two winters and I made a mental note to repaint it.
I didnt want to simply restain it though - I wanted something more. I had seen this beautiful shed on Junkaholique's dreamy blog. And I wanted a little garden refuge. Perhaps a little craft room of my own. I could put my sewing machine down there... Its a treadle machine and so doesn't require electricity. Perhaps I could paint the shed in pastel shades. Maybe a little beach hut - I wasn't sure but I kept the idea in the back of my mind, retrieving it every once in a while and turning it over, re-examining it, re-evaluating. But never coming up with anything concrete - until a couple of months ago...
I'd picked up a book on decorative painting and had done a couple of little projects using ceramic paints to decorate some old plates. My thoughts turned to some of the old plant pots I had and I thought that I'd quite like to paint them in a folk art/ Canal boat style. As I set to searching the internet for inspiration - I happened across some photos of Gypsy Caravans and as I admired their brightly painted designs - I once again found myself wishing that I had one. If only a stationery caravan at the bottom of the garden... You can see where I'm going with this, right? I had my eureka moment. Only problem... I have a number of other projects queuing up to be started/finished/maintained... And a husband who is growing rapidly sick and tired of the way our house is increasingly resembling a junk shop...Soooo I have some previous projects to nail first and some time management miracles to work so that I can fit in what is bound to be the biggest project I have undertaken so far.... Watch this space. Its coming. It might take a while to complete and itll most certainly be a labour of love. But lookit:
wouldnt you like one of these at the bottom of your garden??
Bye for now
XxshellxX
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I could just imagine myself sat, barefoot on the front of one with a little white pony pulling us along the sweet smelling country lanes of middle England. And at night I would snuggle up and read books by gaslight.
My reality? I lived in coronation street land - concrete and bricks. I yearned for my own little caravan so badly that it almost hurt. Actually scratch that last sentence... It did hurt. It did. Mainly because I knew that it would never happen.
Skip thirty years forward to our first few weeks in this new house... Our newly inherited shed was in a sorry state. The woodstain had all but weathered away and most of the roof felt had perished.
It was still a good shed though and would cost a small fortune to replace completely. So I set about purchasing roofing felt and adhesive and I repaired the roof (Admittedly in a rather amateurish and lopsided way) But it saw the shed through another two winters and I made a mental note to repaint it.
I didnt want to simply restain it though - I wanted something more. I had seen this beautiful shed on Junkaholique's dreamy blog. And I wanted a little garden refuge. Perhaps a little craft room of my own. I could put my sewing machine down there... Its a treadle machine and so doesn't require electricity. Perhaps I could paint the shed in pastel shades. Maybe a little beach hut - I wasn't sure but I kept the idea in the back of my mind, retrieving it every once in a while and turning it over, re-examining it, re-evaluating. But never coming up with anything concrete - until a couple of months ago...
I'd picked up a book on decorative painting and had done a couple of little projects using ceramic paints to decorate some old plates. My thoughts turned to some of the old plant pots I had and I thought that I'd quite like to paint them in a folk art/ Canal boat style. As I set to searching the internet for inspiration - I happened across some photos of Gypsy Caravans and as I admired their brightly painted designs - I once again found myself wishing that I had one. If only a stationery caravan at the bottom of the garden... You can see where I'm going with this, right? I had my eureka moment. Only problem... I have a number of other projects queuing up to be started/finished/maintained... And a husband who is growing rapidly sick and tired of the way our house is increasingly resembling a junk shop...Soooo I have some previous projects to nail first and some time management miracles to work so that I can fit in what is bound to be the biggest project I have undertaken so far.... Watch this space. Its coming. It might take a while to complete and itll most certainly be a labour of love. But lookit:
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wouldnt you like one of these at the bottom of your garden??
Bye for now
XxshellxX
I would LOVE a Gypsy caravan in my garden! You should so go on a Gypsy caravan holiday around Ireland... xx
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