About

Hi, I’m Beccy. I’ve somehow ended up with a 1990s caravan called Peggy Sue, a head full of renovation ideas, and absolutely no clue what I’m doing when it comes to caravans.

To be clear, I’ve done a bit of DIY. I can wield a paintbrush without causing a major incident, and I once built a DIY murphy dog bed that only slightly leans. But this is a whole new level of unhinged. She’s got gas. She’s got electrics. She’s got fucking damp.

Peggy Sue is pure ‘90s nostalgia in mobile form — floral upholstery, faux-wood finish, and a vague smell of past regrets. But underneath the beige lies potential. (I think. We hope.)

This site is where I’ll be documenting the chaos, swearing, bodged repairs, and eventual transformation — all fuelled by ADHD, coffee, and blind optimism. I’ve no idea what I’m doing, but I’m doing it enthusiastically, with a staple gun in one hand and a Pinterest board in the other.

So if you like makeovers, minor disasters, or just enjoy watching someone slowly unravel in front of a caravan… you’re in the right place.