Last night I was all in for a relaxing play in the shed. I am building a small cupboard for Christine’s photo scrapbooking albums, custom sized, just to fit CM albums. I had cut and was ready to paste. got the supa strong wood glue, the big clamps and clamped 2 sides together. wiped off excess glue and stood back to admire my work.
Just think I will measure it one more time…oh dear. What was that deal? Measure twice, cut once!
Not only that but my pine T&G was all the wrong way round.
So I begin pulling it all apart…think the glue had set? You betcha! Some of the wood just split, some had to be hit hard with my hammer. The floor was scattered with bits of wood, a hammer, clamps and my sweat…I almost ran from the shed, pulled down the door, had a shower and jumped into bed with Jodi…Picoult that is, the author, well her book, My Sisters Keeper, a good read.
So much for the shed being a place of relaxation and meditation, of developing patience and the old ‘wipe on, wipe off’ style work!!
I have looked at the shed twice today. It’s like I have personified it. It has become an enemy. I hear it calling me, daring me in to have another go, “you wont get this done”, “I will eat you alive”, in fact I think the door shuddered a bit…woops I think I have had too much heat today…maybe I sniffed some of that woodwork glue!