Imagine the tune “If I were a Rich Man” from Fiddler on the Roof while you read the following:

If I had a she shed

Doodle doodle doodle

Diddy doodle doodle blam!

All day long I’d write and putz and sing

If I had a sheee shed!

I would of be writing and playing hard

Doodle doodle diddy blam!

If I were a righteous bitch

Doodle doodle doddle diddly blam!

Now that I got that out of my system, here’s what I envision will be in my future “she shed”:

• A small fridge/freezer combo in which to store bottles of Pinot Grigio and Merlot, ice, and pints of gelato.
• A window with a view of lilac bushes.
• A good sound system and internet access.
• A large desk for my chromebook adorned with pictures of family and friends and uplifting artwork. Like the image above.
• A comfy gray or tan love seat with large matching pillows.
• A large vision board hanging on the wall above the aforementioned (leather) love seat.
• A sturdy bookshelf that I get from a thrift store and up-cycle.
• Hearty plants in colorful pots of varying shapes and sizes.
• A special little table to keep essential oils, diffusers, and candles. This place is going to smell goooood.
• A comfy yet indestructible dog bed for Radar.

• A microwave. To heat up my peppermint tea or to make nachos.
• A Keurig coffee maker with an array of caffeinated options.
• A pair of bean bag chairs. So when I invite a friend or two over, we have comfy places to sit down and shoot the shit.
• A dart board. Pictures of OWM to affix to it for when I feel the need to rage against the patriarchal machine.
• A special basket to house all my fuzzy socks.
• A ceiling fan for when the hot flashes emerge.
• A sink, so I can properly clean up when I knock over a glass of wine or the essential oil diffuser.
• A velour blanket to drape around myself on chilly mornings.