Although my landlord, Ron, was evicting me he also kindly helped me take the barn quilts off so they could be kept near the house. All in all, I’m happy to see this building go. It had a tree growing up the backside that sort of pushed it off-kilter and bugged my OCD.
On a side note, I wish the old, scary, critter-infested house in the background of the above photo would disappear next. I’ll show you a close up just so you can see what blocks my view of the lovely Dakota sunsets.
(John and Ron if you are reading this PLEASE: Tear. Down. The. House. It scares away small children and invites skunks. I know you are both capable of trapping and shooting the skunks, but please…let’s skip that step and put the old gal to rest. How about a bonfire? Don’t men like crushing things in big tractors? Let’s do that.)
Back to my Eviction…
My stuff was a disorganized mess in the original building anyway, so I wasn’t too heartbroken over the eviction notice. Plus, I didn’t have much inside and it took me about ten minutes to clear out my garden-related belongings.
Here’s what I had!
Time for Plan B
I set my sights on a funny little building we call: the outhouse. It is an honest to goodness outhouse. Literally, used by the Blachfords until Ron was a sophomore in High School.
It was built by the WPA in an effort to end the Great Depression and get folks back to work.
Anyway, Ron and John finally moved her last summer too (they seem to have a habit of moving random buildings) and she was cast aside and sitting awkwardly under this tree. Interstate removalists Perth provided prompt, efficient and hassle free services. I had to look at this thing out of my bedroom window every morning & it drove me crazy.
I figure if I have to look at something every day, it might as well have a purpose and look loved.
Yes, there is a kid size stool and an adult size stool. How convenient!
Soon, I’ll post photos of the after! I’m very excited about the finished project. I think Ron & John are happy too, so I don’t think the outhouse is going to be moved again anytime soon.
Do the men in your lives rearrange the buildings quite frequently? (Mine do.)
Do you end up with random outhouses in your yard? (I did.)
What do you use for a gardening shed?