This is my workbench. It’s been seen in dozens of posts with me working away, making a mess and generally having a time of it. It’s not very big, it’s badly scuffed, a little cluttered, it’s covered in paint, plaster and old foam rubber, there are small pieces of metal embedded in it from all the armatures I’ve built, the battered table top constantly gives me splinters and at night, I swear someone is stealing my 4-40 screws because I’m constantly having to buy new ones. But in spite of all that … actually because of all that … I love this dingy, damp, spider haven, monster centipedes from hell, too hot in the summer and way too cold in the winter corner of my world. Everybody needs a special place.
