When I saw Country Living’s article on “she sheds”, I knew what I had to do.
March straight out to the garage, still in my pajamas and start clearing out the space.
Who’s idea was it to store bikes and rakes and crap in the garage??
After a day of sweating in my pajamas and some looks from the neighbors, I wound up with this.
I mean who wants to spend a perfectly good day doing what your supposed to be doing when you could be creating a she shed for yourself??
Although that word is really getting on my nerves.
It just sound creepy and weird and makes me think of She Crabs.
So we’re gonna call it a Mom Cave from here on out.
A mom cave with a cocktail area.