Beach Huts and a Bit of Summer in my Studio
It’s hard to put into words exactly why I love beach huts so much. I think it’s to do with lots of things really.
It’s their cheery, bright colours . . .
it’s the fact they’re in such a superb position, right on the beach . . .
it’s that they’re all about escapism. . .
it’s that they’re oh-so-British . . .
it’s the thoughts of snuggling inside with a pot of tea and a blanket while the rain lashes down outside on a typical British summer’s day
it’s the simplicity of them. . .
and it’s the creativity surrounding them . . .
Speaking of creativity, I plan to create lots more things related to beach huts next summer.
Right now, though, I’m starting to get ready for the Christmas rush. A little corner of my studio houses my packing table – and . . . you may have already guessed . . .
I have some little reminders of summer there, which will remain all winter and remind me that summer isn’t ever very far away, even when the sunshine is! And if you look carefully at these photos, you may be able to spot my beach hut pen pots, which house pens, pencils and craft knives.
The packing area is not just a tiny bit more summery, it’s now more efficient than it used to be. There’s room for boxes on the top shelf – I have a ready supply of these and cut them in half to make the perfect size for chalkboards, large clocks and 25cm canvases. When I have lots of these, the extras get stored flat under the table.
This wooden frame on the wall is perfect for hanging scissors, tape and notes. It started out life a packing pallet for my woodburning stove when it arrived and I just sanded the edges and stuck it to the wall. The peg you can see at the bottom left is where customer orders get pegged after they’ve been packed. From here, they get taken back to the computer in a bunch and an email is then sent to each customer to let them know their parcel is on the way.
The shelves are just pieces of MDF, painted and edged with gingham ribbon and bunting-shaped pieces just glue-gunned into place.
The shelves sit on jars of shells and pebbles
and even the little bits and pieces get the beach treatment. This was a shell I found on a beach in Anglesey:
I love how the little things all have memories attached to them. Not that I’ll notice much of this in those manic few weeks before Christmas. In fact, I’m guessing one of my daughters will be promoted to chief packer then and I might not even get a look in!
September 28, 2011
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