2 shelves. 14 twisted in screws. One broken little screw-thing and a sore spot on my palm. This is the result of building furniture exercise. I bought those two cute little shelves in zig-zag shape ages ago. And today when by “sheer coincidence” I was looking for something to get myself occupied and the same time my patience awaiting while two men of a house would finally do it, came to an end, I’ve challenged myself with the hard task of figuring out which ends to meet and which ways to screw…hmmmm…it was a pain, I must say. A physical pain of a sore corn on my palm. Needless to say, that some of the screws got screwed a little “off the axis” as well. But they are cleverly hidden, so nobody can tell really…(can you keep a secret?)

So now I’m slightly happier then I was an hour ago, as I’ve now got two fantastic little shelves to decorate them with lots of stylish rubbish. But I must admit with a sigh: some things better be left to those who can. There are men’s jobs and the rest are – women’s. And though it was a kind of “interesting” experience, I wouldn’t make it daily practice…

Screwing may be fun, just got to watch out for those sore spots after ;-)
[let’s see now how many dirty minds are out there]