For our anniversary he wanted a sword. In September he picked up an anniversary sword at the local shop, Prince of Blades. He didn't find anything he LOVED, but got something anyways. You understand that there must be a new sword, right?
For spring he took apart a broken bike in our yard. He had gears. He had spraypaint. He had a sword he didn't love.
There was plottings.
And then there was cursing...
You see, he wanted to make a new handguard out of the gears, but 6 drill bits and more than a week of cursing and he still wasn't getting anywhere.
And then a Miracle! Rescued by the in-law with knowledge of drills and metal - and there was happiness.
Or at least, mostly a level of satisfaction. He remains unhappy that he couldn't do what he originally had in mind with everything - and is nitpicking at the results.
I think it's purty! How about you?