The day Nigel got to play at being a treehouse...
This is the tiny building I started my little business in, about five years ago. We bought it on Gumtree. It had a sign hanging from it (that was also hosting a hive of gorgeous little native bees) that says ‘Building 12 Nigel’. I asked the woman we bought it from what that meant. ‘It’s called Nigel,’ she said - and that was that.
The day Nigel was transported from Herbert to our place at Darwin River, it slipped off the jack and crushed my partner’s finger. He went off to hospital for reconstructive surgery while I drove home to meet the truck. The teeny little building was positioned close to our house and became ‘Nigel the sewing pod’.
But this is not that day...
Two and a half years on, my business had grown from a one day a week side-hustle to a full time job and I needed a bigger space. A much bigger space.
We bought an old demountable and put it a hundred or so metres from the house. Nigel was moved to be part of what my partner has jokingly called ‘the Boo complex’. .
This is that day.
I’m glad I wasn’t in charge of manoeuvring it through the trees - these guys did an amazing job while I watched on and crossed my fingers there would not be another Nigel-moving disaster.
There wasn’t. Phew.
Nigel has since been painted purple and I’m currently planning his transformation from sewing pod to art cubby. .
#bigmove #treehouse #sewingroom