The Tale Of Two Studios...One His, And One Hers!

 

 

 

It was one very difficult decision. One day I would follow my heart. One day I'd follow my head.

 

When we moved into our home, 13 years ago, I always envisaged a long building at the bottom of the garden, a place to relax. Back then, in my head, it was a summerhouse type building, with a deck and veranda...bit like The Waltons. Loved that program.

 

When I finished work a few years ago, I shelved those plans. It was never going to happen now. I started to save for a downstairs toilet, you know, for the time when my legs won't let me go upstairs.

 

This year however, I realised I was quite a few years away from being able to get my downstairs toilet, (which by now was a downstairs wet room). But I wasn't that far off a garden studio. Hmmm. Dilemma.

 

So what's a girl to do? Go with your head, keep saving...get that downstairs shower room? Or go with her heart, live for today. Forget planning. Think about now, think about the enjoyment, think about being happy...right now.

 

I am always sensible, I am always careful with money, I budget...that's why we were able to pay off our mortgage a whole ten years early. But I didn't want to be sensible. A garden room felt right. It felt like that's what we should do. So we did!

 

So lots of research was done. We looked at what we wanted, what we could stretch too. We found a fantastic local company, Crusoe Garden Rooms. We met Trevor and worked out our design..two studios, one for myself, to sew, read, entertain. A smaller studio for my husband, who's a musician. Separate entrances too...I know the music studio won't look very pretty!

 

The build went smoothly, Trevor and his team, were brilliant throughout. It was exciting to see the changes each day, to watch our dreams come true. It's very well insulated, so we shall be able to use the rooms all year round too.

 

I'm sat here in my garden studio as I'm writing this. It feels calm, it's light...I can hear the birds, people cutting their grass. I can look out onto my garden, the bees are busy on the chive flowers, and I can almost see the courgettes growing out of their bed.

 

It feels like the best place in the whole world. I'm so glad I followed my heart. I don't know what the future holds. I don't know what my mobility will be like in the future...I do know however, that at the end of my garden, down that steep hill, there's the most amazing place to be. And do you know something, I think that will keep me going, for some time to come!

 

 

One very happy,

 

 

Amanda :))))))))

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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