I love my little space.
Every day I leave the house shouting “I am going to my (delete where applicable) studio, shudio, shed, she-shed, shoffice, creation station (a personal favourite ❤️), outside, wherever…..
Two doors down is the sheep shed and when I shout, Lambie come galloping over to scrounge biccies or to come in.
I have even worn a path from the house to my space.
In my shed, I have all the things I want around me.
I keep my wool in these cheap-but-cheerful plastic chest of drawers. Anything to keep the (bar-steward) moths out.
BeAnne has two beds. One by my chair and one by the heater.
I have a bijoux tea area.
And my table (grandmother’s) where I work, stabbing away!
This is my view. The sea in the distance. Best view ever.
In one corner is a beloved portrait by Jacquie Jones portrait of my first pony, Mr Wonderful.
My mother gave me this portrait having borrowed some of my photos for the artist. She never met Mr Wonderful – he belonged to my step-mother.
I remember, on Christmas Day my mother being embarrassed to give me her present as she thought that no pony could be so ugly. I insisted saying it would be fine and promptly burst into tears the minute I saw it. Perfection. Mr Wonderful was exactly this pony and 40 years on, I still cherish this picture and love it more than words.
Flossie’s (my youngest daughter) beautiful Su embroidery. The minute she had finished, I whipped it off her and had it framed. I adore this.
These are my precious and much loved things-of-the-shed.
And the sheep I make every evening to go to the shop in Lerwick. Another three ready to go.
I ❤️ my shed.