Towards the end of Fall Term last year, I was having a difficult time. My job was making me unhappy and I was dating someone inherently wrong for me. No matter how hard I tried, nothing made things better, until I convinced a little old man to let me make a teeny tiny dining room table at the school wood shop. I would sneak away for an hour or two and lose myself in the sawdust and sandpaper. Today, I am happy as a single girl, contracted to join an amazing school in the city, and just a week’s worth of work away from having my first piece of handcrafted furniture. Amazing what creating things with your hands can do for your psyche!
I apologize in advance for the picture heavy post. Just wait until I finish it!