I am currently in the process of slathering white paint all over a garment that took
over a year and a half to sew.
Also, attempting to build a picture frame out of crown molding in my bedroom may have been the funniest thing I've ever attempted to do.
My hands have not been very obedient lately. They have become imbued with a kind of jerky awkwardness. Of course, this sensation is nowhere close to being novel. We've been through this before. It is not especially useful. I hope I snap out of it soon, along with the sense of hopelessness that generally accompanies the aimless mutiny of my hands.