taking a moment to remember (with EXTREME fondness) the summer of 2016, when I lived my truly-tiny dreams in Awkward Annie, a 64 square foot playhouse made from scraps of my grandmother’s old house. 😌
when it was given to me in 2001 or so it was about half this size, but my grandfather expanded it when the wind kept blowing it over. Logan and my dad helped me shingle the roof and add a big shelf for my various vinegars and things. there were crocks of sauerkraut everywhere, kombucha brewing on the counter, little plants in the windows…
it has suffered some pretty major abandonment since then, but Logan has been working to get it cleaned out, properly-floored, and ready to be moved to our property where it will be the ultimate potting shed. I’ll be glad to see it used again. I really enjoyed this little space.
