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
  • cogman@lemmy.world
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    10 months ago

    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?”