After spending a week studying sociology and themes like affection/emotion/depressive love and such things I felt incapable of doing anything but something practical this weekend. Saturday passed just getting together material, fika and doing food shopping, but today it finally happened… I put my wellies, sheep-jumper and dece hat on and lined up these babies and some tools in the garden
Workingplace And after sanding, painting and measuring (including some instructions from N of how not to chop of my hand in the saw machine) i started to BUILD, my first building project ever -a coffee table! It’s a really big thing for me. I’ve always seen myself as unbeliavably unpractical, so when N first said he couldn’t help me I saw that as = no table. But after meeting half way by N pepping me and showing some tricks, I decided to have a go. Pretty pretty pretty Fix fix fix “You’re really going to put your own touch on this table Julia” (there are no straight lines and some rough edges and sharp corners)But oh how I loved to create something with my hands. It was so satisfying to watch something appear in front of my eyes that’s going to last, in a visible way.Tadaa!
It’s not as multi coloured now, will show how it’s looking in our room when it’s tidied enough to take a picture 🙂
Good day for my soul. Tomorrow it’s back to depressing love*.
*Article not reality