The smell of fresh pine sawdust filled the air, with more floating up as I
sanded the last rough corner of the stool. My toddler was happily sanding her
own block off to the side.
Woodworking was a new hobby I'd picked up. My old ones, coding, reading,
writing, had
Having recently picked up woodworking after building my own office desk, this hit rather close to home.
Because you think "Oh, I made a mistake, I'll be sure to fix it later". You never fix it later. You mostly just add layers of shit on top of it and pray nobody asks you in the future "Hey, WTF were you doing there?"