Yesterday, I built a little bookcase using scraps of wood from the garden and a lot of blind hope (mixed with only a small amount of blood loss).
I was more than happy with the end result…
Despite having a bit of an incident involving a saw and my right thigh; despite kneeling in chicken poop (fyi: I was much more upset about the chicken poop); despite deafening myself and my neighbours with a lot of sanding, nailing, and swearing; despite forgetting to wear sun cream and ending up with burnt shoulders; despite winging most of the measurements; despite having pretty much no idea what I was doing (my brain: “straight pieces of wood + nails = bookcase.”); despite spending an embarrassing amount of time trying to find pencils/bradawls/rulers/nails I’d only JUST THAT ACTUAL SECOND put down… despite all of those things, I feel that the whole DIY experience was a positive one.
And the shelf hasn’t fallen apart yet, so that’s another plus. #winning
All of this is good news, because I’m going to need to build another one VERY soon.
Note to self: must. stop. buying. books.
❤
Joanna Corbet 
you are a natural carpenter! and those tools you can’t find? they hide after you put them down. happens to me all the time. keep buying books. good for the soul.
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haha I’m glad it’s not just me they hide from! And you’re right about books – they’re too good for the soul to stop buying.
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Never stop buying books.
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Haha I definitely won’t stop buying them, I’m too much of an addict! I’ve decided I’m just going to have to learn more about carpentry instead… which may involve buying a book about building bookshelves! 😉
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