Saturday Morning Monsters

What could surpass closing inherited tool boxes correctly, how everything is snug, and latched, somehow eternal, after having turned wood and metal and hot glue and tape and newspaper and flame and magic marker and lots and lots of screws into stuff thats gleaming, lacquered, or ready to offer use– what could make a better life?

And it is less than perfect, despite plans, or because of inferior plans, and this chair/bookcase/table joins the island of misfit furniture garaged and tarped and hidden but right now looking at it you have the eyes of a mother gazing with blind love at her clearly ugly baby. And that is the best thing in the world.