My husband is the kind of guy for whom precision is a must. If something needs to be sanded, he will very likely sand it into oblivion trying to achieve the perfect level of sandedness. If something has two edges that need to match up, you can pretty much bet that you could put a laser micrometer on that bad boy and it would be nearly perfect. Which means the things he makes look amazing, and take ten years to be finished.
Not so with me.
I mean, I love the way precise things look, but I just can't seem to be able to achieve perfection in my projects. Ever.
Partially I think it's because I lack the patience to go as slowly as I should, and partially it's because I'm too lazy to redo a thing over and over and OVER until it's perfectly precise. I just want to be done, y'know? I want to stand back after a good coupla hours and go, "Tada! Look what I made!!"
Which is why a lot of my projects look like this.
It's fine. I like it. But it's certainly not precise. Forget a micrometer--this sucker doesn't even have matching edges when you look at it from ten feet away. But I don't mind.
I bet you anything when my husband comes home he's gonna say, "Jenn, you know those edges don't match up, right?" He'll probably have that pained expression that I, as a mom, get when my kids do a really bad job at something and then stand back all proud of themselves. You don't want to burst their bubble. But you do have to resist the urge to go behind their back and do it right. That's what I would do...if I were a precise instead of precise-ish.