The Good News: We finally bought a new shed for the Hub’s prized crap. Way back in April, I think.
The Bad News: We had to erect it.
The Bad News: And we needed help.
The Good News: We have two strong sons.
The Bad News: One of whom hardly lived here.
The Bad News: It rained for months, so we couldn’t put it up.
The Good News: It rained for months, so we couldn’t put it up.
The Good News: The sun came out; the son came home.
The Bad News: For a few days; for a few days.
The Good News: We did it!
The Bad News: Look at the mess we left!
You may have wondered why you’ve hardly heard from me again this week. I have been busy, busy, busy – once I off-loaded my visitors, I helped Tory Boy pack to leave and helped Spud and Tory Boy put up the shed. Even under the Hub’s expert and irritating direction (given his ME, it’s all we will allow him to do and that makes him irritable), it took a week. We had to fit it in around Tory Boy’s goodbye visits (which seemed to involve a lot of drinking and pizzas) to his many friends.
We put the shed up in stages:
- Build the base
- Add flooring
- Raise the sides
- Raise the roof (me; ready to throttle the thwarted Hub)
- Then – the biggie – move it across the garden.
- We didn’t build it on the spot and although the Hub explained to me why that was so, I’m no wiser now though I am reaching the point of sleeping in the spare room – I have a spare room! – so I don’t end up sleeping in a prison cell.
However, despite my fractured marriage, the shed is up and in position. Here is the view from my back door:
Seriously?
I suspect it went there so the Hub could giggle away to himself that I won the battle (a shed for his crap) but he won the war (a monster outbuilding to annoy the missus).
Surely a jury would let me off on the grounds of provocation?
A gallery for you:
The Laughing Housewife 
oh my gosh what a lot of work. that would have taken us a super long time. one time my husband and i added some closet shelving in a closet. the instructions said it would take 28 minutes. HAH. It took us almost 6 hours. turns out we were trying to drill into the metal studs in the walls…..No WONDER you were overwhelmed at your son moving out. You were exhausted!!! great post. sorry i haven’t been commenting much the past couple of months….i ahem get really really behind!!
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You are not alone – I owe so many visits to so many bloggers, I’m downright ashamed of myself. This living life to the full really gets in the way of writing about it.
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Now you must paint a nice big mural on the side of that shed to enhance your view !
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Nice idea!
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Or grow scented honeysuckle over it for you, the butterflies and bees, I’m glad it’s up, but think it should be further away. Tell Hub that I can go off people.
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The Hub won’t have flowers growing up the sides of buildings. It’s one of those few things I can’t wear him down on. Thinks it’s bad for the building and brings too much insect life.
I must be honest, I’m not a massive fan of bees, except in the whole good for the planet thing.
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Why do the Misters always feel the need to have a shed for their stuff? My ex had TWO–one of which he built to look like a mini version of our house in which to build his model airplanes. I suppose it was better than building them in the house but I saw no difference in the mess in the spare room. Hmmmm.
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I have to confess that the shed was my idea. It was that or leave. I can’t take the clutter any more.
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What a lot of work – but well done everyone. 🙂 I like the idea of a mural, or honeysuckle – perhaps both?
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Looks like a lot of hard work.
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Yes, Graffiti is definitely called for. It’s beyond boring at the moment. At least you now get rid of all of your hubby’s stuff out of the house. Look on the bright side, and the brighter the better. 😀
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Sunshine yellow paint. I like it.
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Oh well….. Win some, lose some. Or both????
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The clutter is leaving the house…definitely a win!
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You have my congratulations and my sympathies. We have the smallest house on the block with a nearly microscopic yard. Leif has filled it up with two trailers, his forge, a large quantity of tree trunks (they are curing for future wood working projects) and a vegetable garden. This is in addition to the screen house and the shed which came with the house. You can’t swing a cat without hitting something. Sadly, we are the bane of the block.
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Oh no, the chavvy neighbours 🙂
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There is a show called “Marriage Ref” showing in Malaysia. I don’t know if it is current, but if it’s still on, perhaps you could apply to be on the show. The panel of celebrity judges will hear both sides of the story and put a vote as to who is right. Winner gets USD25k and a huge signboard in your vicinity that says,”Tilly or Hub is right!” If you win, the USD 25K will come in handy….I am just saying.
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I like the idea but, no matter who wins, he’ll spend it all on more stuff to replace the old stuff 🙂
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Congratulations on the finished product! You’re right! You can now store all the “leftovers” that should probably be disposed of…just like me! We have a shed easily twice that size full of nothing! Ha! And I do remember my husband and my dad putting it together and hoping no one lost a finger or arm in the process with all the sharp sheet metal. At one point near the end they also realized it was missing an important piece and had to improvise on that! I got a good chuckle out of this, just picturing you with your camera and the family realizing this was all going to be shared with the world! Good job all! 🙂 Debra
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You are right! I bet that’s what Tory Boy’s look is for!
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Congrats on shed success! When ours was being built, I left for the day. my marriage means that much to me. only now, we seem to accumulate crap at an alarmingly faster rate. We’re gonna need a bigger shed.
A outdoor mural, a small chair or bench and some hanging baskets would certainly improve the aesthetics.
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I thought it was only us Brits who loved sheds 🙂
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Congratulations!! I have nominated you for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award! This award was inspired by the Sisterhood of Traveling pants and is an award for female bloggers to encourage the spirit of sisterhood. You can view more Information about the award on my blog at : http://dailylifewithfibromyalgia.com/2012/08/10/sisterhood-of-the-world-bloggers-award/
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Thank you, Ginger Ray! that’s kind of you.
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Yay for you! now that you can build a shed, would you please come and build one for me? Good job!
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I may never get out of bed again… 🙂
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Cool shed 🙂 The hub will be master of his own sheddy dominion now….that’s a lot of work, Tilly!!
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But oh so worth it!
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That’s a nice view from your back door, Tilly. Perhaps you could put a muriel on it of a rambling hillside scene or something… By the way, I’m shattered after watching all that hard work!
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Hilda’s three ducks!
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Charming! 😉 😀
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You could have a shed painting party! 😉
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Oooh! I like that idea!
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Now that you have the experience, could you come over and set up our shed?
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No. Never. Too tired.
Oh, wait, you live in the States, my favourite place never visited…I’ll be there!
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The kettle’s on and I’ve laid out some cakes.
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You know the way right to a girl’s heart 🙂
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Ha, we seem to have so much in common. I bought one of those “do it yourself” bird aviaries and was assured by the retailer (a man) that it was “easy” to put together.
Now, my memory of THE BUILD is considerably different from my Hub’s. I say it took 4 men 3 days, multiple discussions of the use of four letter english terms,and two cartons of beer. Hub say’s it was 2 men and they did it in 1 day. Excuse me, who would you believe?
Apparently, the “screw holes” didn’t line up…yeah ok, and only half the directions were given.
Of course being the sensitive soul that I am, I couldn’t miss an opportunity that screamed so blatently naked in my face. He had once told me men didn’t need to ask a lot of questions like women do. Apparently we have to know everything, but men “just know”. So, I told him, of course they didn’t write down all the directions, you men can read between the lines!!
Yeaha, what a response. I was sent packing with a “get out of the shed woman” and a promise that if I ever bought something like this home again I could have a devorce. lol he he
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Well at least you know what to do when he hacks you off once too often 🙂
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In a couple of weeks, invite Tory Boy and friends around for a shed-moving party
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I can imagine a lot of huffing and puffing between the four of you! A lot of work, but now it’s done – and a big sigh of relief from you – I can hear it!
I would put some trellis up on the side that faces the house and plant a jasmine or honeysuckle there to cover it – then you can have something pretty to look out on as the bees come and collect honey!
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Wonderful job, Tilly! Erecting a shed is a lot of work.
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I am questioning the logic of why the shed needed moving but hey, at least it didn’t need painting/creosoting (or non-creosote creosoting in this day and age) too. That’s hard work. It’s definitely the kind of family project that really tests the relationships! 🙂
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We built the shed in the middle of the garden so we could work easily all around it, and because it never stops raining in this stupid country and we had nowhere to store the stuff in the old shed, so we had to leave it in there until the last possible minute.
Seemed like a good idea at the time but my exhausted children might beg to differ 🙂
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There is logic. Did you load the stuff from the old shed into the new before moving it into position? That would be an unpopular move, I’m sure. 😉
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I think you have to consider its current position a temporary one. When you take down the old one you can shift it back a few feet away from your FIRE ESCAPE!
Other wise a very fine shed indeed.
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Ahhh, what my good wife didn’t tell you is: if the shed went any further away from the back door we would have had to take the fence down and half the shed would be in the road. I told her when we were buying it, it was too big but she wanted the biggest shed there was. Of course, being a near-perfect gentleman I let her have her way, resulting in Shedgate. I suppose at least I have somewhere to live when she changes the locks on me.
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Oh, now THAT is funny. You all have the joke gene, don’t you! If you’ve ever heard of Paul Harvey, you know what we mean by “the rest of the story”. 😀
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I hate it when he’s right 😦
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It looks good to me Tilly! 🙂
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Hope the shed is still standing *smile – what I team afford – and some serious planning behind it too.
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I went through a shed assemblage 20 years ago with the hubby for his mother, it was her shed. I felt your pain then, I feel your pain now because I still remember it. Some things leave scars, lol. You are a brave woman.
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I think so 😉
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