Jason’s Fresh Produce

Unless you consider hammer and nails cutting edge tech–which they may have well as been, for all my familiarity with them–then this post is out of place on my blog. But I haven’t posted for awhile, and I wanted to share my unreasoning pride in the worst wooden creation since shop class at the special ed. junior high.

The rock on top there is some knick-knack of my wife’s. Here it is being used to demonstrate “structural unsoundness” where the too-weak wooden plank is bowing under its weight.

The tool savvy might properly identify the above picture as a bubble level. The especially observant might note the distinct lack of a bubble. I will leave it as an exercise for the reader what this says about the straightness of my shelves.

So, several hours and $40 later I have a perfectly (un)serviceable new game shelf. Much like Dr. Frankenstein, however, I feel an unreasoning pride in my flawed creation, stitched together as it was from the rejected parts of hutches and desks.
Perhaps with another pair of hands to hold bits straight, some more appropriate materials,  and the wisdom of my failure, I could build something beautiful. But I think I’ll just be going to IKEA.