...To be done with these planned gifts. I believe I must have been cursed from the beginning as I’ve never had such a horrid time trying to make something. I had to completely scrap my father’s first six-pack holder and make an entirely new one (after several childish hissy fits on my part). My mother’s gift was still being glued back together tonight, so it just needs to hold until tomorrow then they will be in their possession.
Sheer stubbornness is the only reason these projects ended up completed. I was ready to toss in the towel and throw them against shop wall more than once. I think going to the barn kept me sane. I’m glad that I can get back to projects that are just for myself so I don’t feel so disappointed and distraught when things don’t come out perfect. :)