She Sells Seashells Down by the Seashore

Yeah, yeah, we all know she does and has done so for years, even though we still have trouble articulating it.  It’s old news.  But now, if she’s a savvy seashell seller, she will go shopping for a She Shed.

Said “She Shed” will surely give both seller and seashells shelter from sudden showers and will shield them from the sizzling sun.

Not being as au-courant about new things as perhaps I should be, I was not aware of the She Shed phenomenon until recently. They seem to come in all sizes, shapes and price ranges.  You put ‘em up, stash your she-stuff in ‘em, make ‘em fluffy and comfy and then you go in ‘em when you’re feeling blue and overwhelmed.  At least that’s the way they’re represented.

That all sounds good.  Fun.  Happy.  There are, however, some serious shortcomings.  Electricity and plumbing, for two.

Absent those necessary elements there is no she-shed in my foreseeable future. Perhaps there’s an easy solution for those somewhat sticky issues.  I wouldn’t know anything about that. In the meantime, I’ll just have to wait and she what happens.

Shed shot thanks to skinners_sheds.com