Everytime I look at my spanking new d.i.y workstation, I'm still quite surprised that I fixed this lovely wooden thing from scratch. But d.i.y was fun, kind of like building huge blocks of legos. My mom thought I wouldn't be able to put it together by myself. Even if I did, she said that it might just fall apart, and told me to ask my brother for help... No way. Do I really look that feminine that I cant be seen working with a hammer.