“Let’s be quiet as a mouse, and build a lovely little house, for Wendy…” goes the song from the musical, Peter Pan. I watched the show when I was a little girl, starring Mary Martin, on black and white TV in the 50’s. I memorized most of the songs.
The Australians call my tiny, tiny house out back, The Wendy House. I call it lots of other names, but when I am talking to them, I always refer to it as The Wendy House. I knew right away where they got this nickname. When I call it The Wendy House to other people, they don’t get it.
So, I call it the tiny, tiny; the shop; the studio, though to me that sounds pretentious. I also call it “downstairs,” or “out back.” I tried She Shed, but..no. I tried to call it The Hive, and I even have a sign that says The Hive, but that name hasn’t stuck, either. Among my first blogs, I asked my readers to help me name The Wendy House, and I got some good suggestions, but still, seven years later, I’m fumbling.
Last spring, for my 70th birthday, I finally had the Wendy House finished off inside. I had the floor painted the rust color of my Carolina soil, a window moved, a door removed, and French doors added. I had the electricity upgraded, canned lighting put in, the walls painted white, and a motel-type heating/cooling unit installed. Then I furnished it with salvaged wicker, scavenged from Bulky Pick-up week, some given-to-me shelves, a 1950’s (my era, I guess) red formica-topped kitchen table, by way of my-friend-Ginger-from-Lake-Waccamaw, and my sewing machine.
It’s a perfect workspace. It’s a good relaxing place. I throw open the French doors, and sit looking out at my “land,” and I read, or think. Sometimes I listen to Audible books as I sew or paint furniture, or craft. I can see the magnolia tree, the bird feeders, the kids next door playing ball. In some ways, with the doors open, it’s like sitting on a porch, especially when it’s raining. My entire home is a retreat, but The Wendy House is my retreat-within-a-retreat.
Finishing off the Wendy House was last year’s birthday present to myself. And I’m thinking this year’s birthday present to myself is it’s name…The Wendy House.