D.I.Y.competition story

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my D.I.Y story is when I was a new bride of less than a year and we moved
from Tauranga to Cambridge. The house went with the job and was larger
than the one we rented formerly so we finally had room for all my books
but no bookshelf. I was brought up by parents who believed girls could do
anything and who always let me try. My husband was a mechanic but hopeless with any other tools. So I sat down and drew up a design then went out and bought the wood (pine,cheapest I could find) and put it together using our serrated edge breadknife as a saw because we didn't have one. My mother in law visited the day it was finished and was horrified that I had used the bread knife as it was part of the wedding present from her brother. She immediately went out and bought us a small saw. But me I was proud, because not only did it hold our books, but I had made it, and the bread knife still cut our bread.

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