We're not new to the shed-building business. Phil built a shed at our old house, but the only thing that made it cute and sexy was me.
Compared to our new one, the old one was a real piece of shed.
We decided to up our game at the new place. Actually, the covenants required us to up our game whether we wanted to or not. The shed had to be made of the same materials we used on the house. And since we didn't side our house with hubcabs (like I wanted), we decided not to do that with the shed, either.
But it was tempting.
When we sat down and designed the shed, my main requirement was that it be cute. Like Eddie.
Phil built this shed almost completely on his own. We hired someone to pour the concrete slab, but then he took over and framed it with some help from our boys.
We had a local business build the trusses.
Impressive, but remember the trusses for the house? That was a super-crazy day.
We used man-arm cranes to place these trusses.
The shed got shingles (because at one time it had the chicken pox).
We wanted our shed to have shingles, so we did not vaccinate against them.
Celebrating his new man-cave:
Objects on roof are smarter than they appear.
Spoiler alert: He did not fall off the back of the shed.
He did, however, youtube his way into learning the siding and soffit business.
We had enough shake siding left over from the house to do the entire front of the shed. There was no way I wasn't going to use the shake, because that stuff cost almost as much as this picture of Phil riding his ladder is going to cost me.
After an Olympic-worthy, double-back-flip dismount, he painted the doors. See them peeking out? Those are the icing on the shed.
Look how happy our shed is now!
I will name him George and I will hug him and pet him and squeeze him.
Isn't he cute?
While he may not be as cute as Eddie, I think we got the general color and styling correct, wouldn't you say? Eddie thinks so too.
Now THAT is the cutest, sexiest shed on our entire lot!
It just needs one more thing.
I must have pitched those turquoise sweats (oh, the humanity), so this was as close to a re-creation as I could get. And, as you can see, I'm creeping up there in age and am having some issues with facial hair.
What will live in the shed, other than Phil on a doghouse day? Since it's time to go in and depilate, that will have to be a story for another day.
Let's just say you'll be green with envy.
Have a happy and
Update: If you want to see what lives in the shed, check it out HERE!