It has character.

I'm one of those wives that will attempt to make or fix something instead of waiting for the hubby to get home. I'm too impatient to wait and would rather try it myself and fail, than never have attempted it in the first place. I inherited this gene from my mom. There are times when the hubby has come home to find a big ole mess and has had to bail me out. And there are times when I have spent hours doing something that would have taken him a few minutes to do. And occasionally, there are times when something just comes out good just by chance. This was one of those times.

My hubby said he would make me a locked box for the farm stand so the punks could no longer steal from me, but I could not wait another day, let alone another minute. I needed a money box and I needed it now. So I got some wood scraps, a saw and my hammer. While the kiddo's were taking a nap this momma was building.
About 2 hours later I was staring at this wonky looking box of mine thinking that I should have waited for my hubby to get home. But instead of giving up, I kept working at it. Yes, a good coat of paint would cover up most of my oopses...hopefully.
And after a few coats of paint my wonky little money box was looking much better.
It has character. None of the sides are even. There are holes where there shouldn't be. Gaps where there shouldn't be. And a nail sticking out the back. And yes, a distressed paint job that went all wrong. However, I cant help but like it! I think its because I made it myself. Its perfectly imperfect and it has character. And looks like it just belongs in my farm stand.
It still bothers me that I have to have a locked box in my farm stand and that there are dishonest people in the world.
But the more I think about it, I would be doing wrong by not teaching my kiddos about these people, even though I am raising them to be honest individuals.