I was beat last night after a long day of attempting to create my dream patio on a budget of zero. I thought about blogging but I was exhausted. I lamented, 'I have nothing to say, nothing interesting or even boring. I’m a twat to think I could tweet anything worth twittering'. Then I flopped back on my chaise lounge and put my elbow on my forehead.
Have no fear, gregorific fans.
Today after a mere two iced coffees, I am brimming with updates and breaking news. I was tired, ya’ll. I been busy breaking my back putting together a DREAM.
It began as most things do, with a concrete slab. Plain and unforgiving, the slab has stared at me for three years, taunting me with its absolute blankness. This year would be different. This year I would triumph. With no money and plenty of time, I would create a patio of my low budget dreams.
What followed was plenty of googling. And talking about it. And more googling. I wanted a patio where I could relax, eat with my fam any night it was nice out, and also party down when the mood hit. Oh, and I wanted to grow organic produce to last the summer.
All this I want to do for very, very little money. Because while writing pays a priceless amount in inspiration and fulfillment, I can’t say much for dollar signs *just yet*.
There are too many hilarious and sob worthy stories about my patio’s creation to include here for you gregorific fans. And I’m not even half done. I’ll sum up.