Tagged: patio

Recycled Plastic Porch Swing

I have just spent a pleasant three nights decorating my 11 year old son’s bedroom while he was away with my parents. We did warn him that this would happen so it wasn’t a huge surprise when he got home, and we even told him what color we were using. Although maybe we missed a chance there… “Hey son, welcome home – look I’ve painted your room. You do like pink don’t you?” Mind you he’s so laid back that he wouldn’t have reacted too much. Especially as anything is better than the purple he’s been living with since we moved here 5 years ago. “Don’t worry son – we’ll be moving soon. This is just a short term let…” I’m always confused by the...

Multi Purpose Patio

Family life, well any life of co-existing, involves a lot of sharing – of space, of stuff, of conversation time. For example – sharing who has the remote control to pick the next TV program, sharing the bathroom (don’t get me started on that disaster… ok, as you ask) There are 3 rules to using the bathroom… SHARE – others need it too so don’t hog the mirror or have a three hour shower CARE – clean up, tidy up, respect the space USER BEWARE – Ideal world when care has been done, but with kids… need I say more. Digression over There are lots of things in the house that need sharing. Due to the size of our not very big patio (she laughs…...

Big Tents

Every couple of years or so, my mum will decide to have a ‘bit of a do’ and invite close family and more distant family over for a buffet meal, chat, coffee, etc. which will always be held in the garden. She tends to do these on years when the garden is looking particularly lovely, and when the roses are smelling sweet and the grass is at its greenest. And why not, I say. Anyhows, part of this routine involves dad erecting some kind of giant sun-shade over the trestle tables to keep the sun off the diners. In truth it usually serves to keep off the rain, or protect people from the falling acorns thrown by the rather angry squirrels that live in the...

That Tune Just gets Under your Skin

Do you ever find yourself stuck with a tune going round and round in your head? Don’t know why I asked, really, because I know you do. And it’s usually one of the following. The last song you hear before you leave the house; The annoying one off an advert; The one your husband sings in the shower; The one where someone says a word and your crazy brain finds out a song that has that word in it and… you’re doomed. The worst thing is… It’s always, without fail, the worst song ever. Nothing that you would actually ever confess to liking. And it just Won’t go AWAY! I’ve been looking at garden chairs, and in particular swing seats and rocking chairs a lot...

A Garden with a View

There are lots of reasons why we choose the houses that we live in… Location, price, amount of rooms. etc. For my parents the only reason they bought the house they have now lived in for 25 years was the garden. The house itself is so boring, and the area so nothing-special that the first two times my mum took my dad to look at it he refused to get out of the car. But she knew that if she could get him through the wooden gate squeezed between the house and the garage then he would be sold on it. And, when he was finally dragged through just to shut her up (believe me – mum wrote the book on nagging!) well, he still...

5 Step Guide to Finding the Perfect Place for your Outdoor Dining Table

Today, toddler and I went on a bus ride to the local indoor play barn. I’m not quite sure which bit for him was the most exciting. Maybe it was the play barn (which is his second favorite thing in the world), or the bus journey (which is his favorite thing in the world)… but today I think all things might have been outdone by the excitement of sitting on a bench at the bus stop for 20 minutes watching the traffic go past. This may seem like a bore to a grown-up but to a three year old it is an exciting time. You start by climbing on the bench and then jumping up and down and crawling along it. You investigate underneath it...

A Perfect Residence

Have you noticed the incredible business of children’s outdoor play-houses these days? How they have progressed from cardboard boxes into mini-me mansions of splendor. I have only noticed this from wondering whether I could possibly share some of my outside space with somewhere for my toddler to play, but he seems quite happy, for now, with the space under the patio table. Anyways, when I was a kid growing up in a country village my first play-house was an overturned giant oil tank (thankfully with no oil) that I filled with logs for seats and a giant tree-stump for a table. After a while, I outgrew it (and got fed up of invasions from older siblings) so I decided it was time to search out some...