A 1990s Pegasus Silverline caravan in her original condition — by which I mean: deeply beige, emotionally unavailable, and fitted out like a mobile branch of DFS, circa 1991.
I, a woman with absolutely no DIY experience and the attention span of a moth in a glitter shop, have decided to renovate this spectacular van with my devoted and ever patient husband.
Why? Unclear. Possibly a cry for help.
Peggy doesn’t smell (we love that for her), but she is aggressively dated — think: floral pelmets, light wood everything, and design choices that scream, “Let’s go on holiday and never feel joy again.”
Join me as I attempt to turn this wheeled time capsule into something vaguely stylish, mostly functional, and only occasionally emotionally devastating.
The Peggy Sue Diaries 
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