The Potter's Shed - my writing shed - reopened!!!

We're back!!!
After a long, freezing, windy and rainy winter (well, it's still winter, and it's still freezing. As for the rain, it can come at any time...), The Potter's Shed has reopened! :)

I have to admit that it has been "broken into", rather than reopened, really. Hubby had to break the padlock, because it had frozen! Shocking.

Anyway, my writing shed is polished, aired and rid of any strangers ( meaning spiders... ugh!)... Yankee candles lit and everything is back in place.

Curiosity... I have this bird house outside the shed, although I doubt any bird has ever actually stayed in (it's tiny!)... When I came here this morning, what a surprise to find a little plant that has grown right "outside" the bird house window!!! A little bit of life that has grown through horrible weather, wind and rain and hail bouncing on its roof... It's just magical!

Isn't it cool? I hope with the weather improving we receive more visitors. hehe. The day is so beautiful today and all we can hear in the neighbourhood is enthusiastic birds chirping, announcing the morning has come and that the sun is out! God bless the sun... and the birds! :)

Well, hands have warmed up... It's time to tell stories! Welcome back to The Potter's Shed! Grab your coffee and make yourself at home!

Dani. x

"The Potter's Shed"

The Potter's Shed...

Ok, ok... Explaining the name... Why on Earth would someone name a writing shed "The Potter's Shed"???

Well, when we came to see the house for the first time, I couldn't believe when I saw what we'd have in the back garden...

                               

To be honest, I understood the owner saying that it had been his dad's "potting shed". One of my favourite books in the world is called The Potter's House, by Rosie Thomas, so I thought: "Oh, my God!!! It's a sign!!!" =)

I was so excited then that I didn't even notice that he had said "potting shed"... In this case,  it was the place where his dad used to deal with his plants, to put them in POTS. Deeeer.... Anyway, I claimed it as mine from the moment I saw it.

As things with the new house progressed, dear Hubby started to talk about the shed....

"Ah, I don't think you're going to like it there, you know? It's boiling hot in there, your things will get soaked when it rains... - rain??? in Wales??? When? haha!

He then started telling me about those summer houses... We went to visit his uncle, who had just bought one... I really liked it, but didn't make much of it as a possibility for "a place of my own". Especially so soon... We couldn't afford one.

Well, apparently we could. B&Q had them on sale... and guess what...... I've got my writing shed!!!! Yayyyy!!!! The name? Still "The Potter's Shed". As the potter deals with clay to make new things, here is where my thoughts will hopefully shape into words... It will be my sanctuary, my confessional, and hopefully the quiet place where I will be able to have all the imaginary conversations with my mother (Letters to my mother) and create my characters and play with them.

The Potter's Shed is my workshop of stories....

As I said before...

Welcome in, grab a cup of coffee (or tea, or chocolate), choose a page and have fun!!! 

Thanks for visiting! =)

Dani.

This is just a crazy idea I had... to put together in one place a lot of things I like to talk about... and (I hope) that you like to read! 
Welcome in, grab a cup of coffee (or tea, or chocolate), choose a page and have fun!!! 

Thanks a million for visiting! 
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Dani   =)