I don't have much in the yellow and black box yet: a hammer, an array of screwdrivers, a tape measure, and a box cutter, but hey, it's a start.
I've managed to hang quite a few pictures around the house, and am feeling a tad bit handier than a few days ago, but when I took my dinner and tool box upstairs to investigate just what was in the giant box that was delivered on Sunday, I was not overly optimistic.
|There are quite a few layers underneath|
|This is the helpful illustration of what the finished product will look like. (I know, I know, the irony)|
|Then I saw this directive. I felt somewhat unqualified.|
|And then this one! Oh no, what next? I am not 2 people. I hardly qualify as 1 when tools are involved.|
But I decided to just dig in a wee little bit. I would simply try to get some of the myriad parts together, so when I tricked someone into coming over to help me finish the job there would be less to do.
I wrestled with that hex wrench, I wrangled with the hex key. My left index finger grew increasingly red and sore. But I had pretzels. And beer.
And this was gracing the southwest corner of my room.