Do you also noticed it that when you watch someone doing nice job out of wood, cutting, nailing, screwing, it does look so easy? And then when you take the initiative in your own hands, it ain’t all to it what it seemed?
This weekend I took the initiative in my hands. The initiative turns out to be electric jigsaw. I had to cut a piece of chipboard to fit few shelves. This is all about that new/old project of mine to redecorate my bedroom. I’ve started it week before Christmas and finished somewhere in the beginning of January. Then it was supposed to be all the exiting stuff about furniture, fixings and finishing touches. Somehow there wasn’t very much time for some of these, so now I tasked myself to finish off the last bits that left. And I had to become a carpenter for this.
So imagine cool babe in the overalls at the workshop, handling power tools with ease and oh so sexy. She leans slightly above the working surface; her curves speak of her desire to get the job done. Sweat drops shimmer on her skin, as she bites her lip in diligence skilfully directing the cutting blade along the edge…The powerful tool is completely submitted to her will, her gentle hands lead him with the ever encreasing speed towards the end of a chipboard which trembles under the fine sharp sensations until she finally screams letting go...
…Well, that wasn’t me. Most of the time I’ve spent on figuring out how to attach the blade to the jigsaw, so that it wouldn’t fly away with the first spins, then how to fix the board into the grippers, then how to make a straight cut without a need to drive the jigsaw with both hands, while holding the board with the third hand to prevent it from trembling until she resonances with the jigsaw and shutters my whole world…
I’ve also noticed that vertical things have this tendency to be less vertical as you go up along the length, which would’ve been a minor issue, if I didn’t have to fit the shelves cut out to the certain size, which miraculously shrank into different size just at the place where I had to fit the shelf in. And the other useful knowledge I gained: it is better sometimes to be blissfully unaware of how to use things, as this way your imagination comes up with much more exiting ways. I’ve been trying to find a way to fix my shelves so that the fixing won’t be visible much. So when I finally saw something in the shop that I thought would do the job, I bought it, fixed my shelves to it and guess what: next time I’m in another shop, seeing the same fittings, this time with instructions on how to use them, I’ve learned that they should’ve been used turned at 90 degrees, which of course would make them very much visible. But since my way worked better for me, I guess, it’s good that didn’t know I’ve been using them the wrong way.
Anyway, with a little magic, few trips to the DIY shop and reading tips on the internet, it’s all being done now. Well, almost, since I’ve broken the edge off my mirror, trying to fix it too, so I have to get a new one or find a way to cut the broken edge off. Phew…I’d say: things that look easy are never easy when you do them and behind every thing that looks neat and perfect there are lots of hidden “wrong” holes drilled, wrong edges cut and lots of sweat dripped.
This weekend I took the initiative in my hands. The initiative turns out to be electric jigsaw. I had to cut a piece of chipboard to fit few shelves. This is all about that new/old project of mine to redecorate my bedroom. I’ve started it week before Christmas and finished somewhere in the beginning of January. Then it was supposed to be all the exiting stuff about furniture, fixings and finishing touches. Somehow there wasn’t very much time for some of these, so now I tasked myself to finish off the last bits that left. And I had to become a carpenter for this.
So imagine cool babe in the overalls at the workshop, handling power tools with ease and oh so sexy. She leans slightly above the working surface; her curves speak of her desire to get the job done. Sweat drops shimmer on her skin, as she bites her lip in diligence skilfully directing the cutting blade along the edge…The powerful tool is completely submitted to her will, her gentle hands lead him with the ever encreasing speed towards the end of a chipboard which trembles under the fine sharp sensations until she finally screams letting go...
…Well, that wasn’t me. Most of the time I’ve spent on figuring out how to attach the blade to the jigsaw, so that it wouldn’t fly away with the first spins, then how to fix the board into the grippers, then how to make a straight cut without a need to drive the jigsaw with both hands, while holding the board with the third hand to prevent it from trembling until she resonances with the jigsaw and shutters my whole world…
I’ve also noticed that vertical things have this tendency to be less vertical as you go up along the length, which would’ve been a minor issue, if I didn’t have to fit the shelves cut out to the certain size, which miraculously shrank into different size just at the place where I had to fit the shelf in. And the other useful knowledge I gained: it is better sometimes to be blissfully unaware of how to use things, as this way your imagination comes up with much more exiting ways. I’ve been trying to find a way to fix my shelves so that the fixing won’t be visible much. So when I finally saw something in the shop that I thought would do the job, I bought it, fixed my shelves to it and guess what: next time I’m in another shop, seeing the same fittings, this time with instructions on how to use them, I’ve learned that they should’ve been used turned at 90 degrees, which of course would make them very much visible. But since my way worked better for me, I guess, it’s good that didn’t know I’ve been using them the wrong way.
Anyway, with a little magic, few trips to the DIY shop and reading tips on the internet, it’s all being done now. Well, almost, since I’ve broken the edge off my mirror, trying to fix it too, so I have to get a new one or find a way to cut the broken edge off. Phew…I’d say: things that look easy are never easy when you do them and behind every thing that looks neat and perfect there are lots of hidden “wrong” holes drilled, wrong edges cut and lots of sweat dripped.