During the record snowfall of last year, our ratty old metal yard shed collapsed under the load.
Looking back, I say hooray! The shed was vintage 1960's, rusty, and UGLY. We kept it around as the only place to store the lawn mower. Trust me, vintage was not a good thing in this case.
Jon and I had been talking about building a new shed for a couple of years. We plan everything to absolute death! But now we ran out of procrastinating time since this mess was now in plain view from the street.
So after several weeks of hard work, my husband finished this cute building that we lovingly call the Potting Cottage (say it with a Cockney accent for good measure). He even hand-built a cupola to match the one on our house, figured out how to build the window trellis (without a plan), and made a birthday gift to me of this little sign that hangs under the window. I'm happy every time I putter around out there with my pots and dirt - and he is happy to get my gardening stuff out of the garage. Good things do sometimes come from bad.