This is the view from the bed in my sister’s Woman Cave. Or, as we like to call it, the She Shed. (I keep saying “She shed by the sea shore” and giggling like a maniac.) My sister and her husband-to-be (as in, tomorrow) renovated an old shed in their backyard. They replaced studs, wired it for electricity and heat, put in windows, painted and floored it with hardwood. The fact that they did this without any attempted murder on either part just drives home that they’re meant for each other. I am so happy for them I could burst.