Ahhhhh. Just looking at the pictures makes me feel like I do when I walk in the door. My own space to work, dream, make a mess. It has a story...we moved this building into our backyard in town. It was an empty shell and my sweet husband worked for months to make it just like I wanted. Then, when we moved to the country and I couldn't bear to leave it behind, my very sweet husband moved it for me. Now, it sits in the meadow behind our house where my very, very sweet husband is helping me make a rose garden in front of it. I will post pictures of the outside when we're finished.