DIY Disaster

 It started out so good... no, it started out great.  I sketched out my plan, bought the materials, and went to work.  Man... it could have been so perfect.  But it wasn't.

This will sound like I'm blaming my husband... I'm not, really.  Well, maybe a little.  See, this particular project was a woodworking one.  I've had some experience with this type of thing in the past so I was confident that I could do it by myself.  But the hubs wanted in on the action.  He has all these new tools from Christmas that he has yet to use and wanted to break them in.

My husband and I are very different people.  I am a perfectionist, like you wouldn't believe.  If I don't like something, I will OBSESS over it until I find the solution.  If I've done something that isn't just right, I do it over and over again until it is.  That's just how I am.  The husband... not so much.  He will do something until it's 'good enough' and move on.  This project needed a perfectionist.

To be fair to my husband, he needed my direction.  I wasn't feeling well yesterday so I had to stay in the house for most of the day.  Without me telling him EXACTLY WHAT TO DO, he went off on his own and it turned out... not so good.

I'm not going to give up on this project, though.  I'm convinced it can turn out great if I keep my attention focused on it completely.  And I have about a jillion other projects that I need to work on in the meantime... for now, I have confiscated Dave's power tools and restocked on the aspirin.