Help Me Name My She-Shed — and Win a Hanging Water Garden
There is a 12 by 24-foot building sitting on my property in New Hampshire. I am in the process of moving in and getting organized. I have been wondering for months what to call it. It started as a practical decision. The business was growing, and my dining room table had officially lost the battle to bubble wrap, packing tape, and boxes of Hanging Water Gardens waiting to go out. I needed a real space — somewhere I could spread out, stay organized, and actually feel like I was running a business rather than just surviving one. So, along with…
