Mrs P's Potting Shed

I am Mrs P, so called because I am married to the charming and erudite Mr P, but also because my middle name is ‘Particular’ on the grounds that I am a little fussy. I’m not necessarily obsessive about tidiness but I am fastidious about the way that things look. They need to be pleasing to my eye, if no one else’s. My darling father always called me a ‘picture straightener’ and that’s how things are – try as you might, you are what you are! This ‘particularity’ extends to the garden, much to Mr P’s exasperation at times and also to my complete and utter frustration whilst juggling a full time job and the usual domestic demands. Everything can sometimes seem just a little bit of a compromise.

I’m also a great lover of garden vintage. Not for me the plastic hen house and glow in the dark plant pots. Give me a great bit of aged wood or galvanised metal, so furnishing the garden with a few salvaged items is pretty essential. Aside from looking traditional these items have already stood the test of time and will live long into the future, being as sustainable as you can get. It is this love of horticultural vintage that has prompted me to start selling items online, so if you want to introduce a vintage look to your patch please take a look at my shop. Aside from gardening organically and trying to encourage as much wildlife as possible to pass time with us, I love a traditional look to the garden. Serried ranks of vegetables please me exponentially, along with brick paths and clay pots.

This story is about me and my potting shed and how it has come to pass that I have given up work, forsaken my office and found an enduring pleasure in the garden. So, in the way that Meghan held her famous Sayonara Zara party when she married Harry, I will be saying Adios Cos as I move into the land of the (voluntarily) unemployed…