A beautiful finished project

I spent a month building a beautiful cabinet for our kitchen.

A month of sanding, sawing, and painting, repeating "measure twice, cut once" because my last project had finished after multiple trips to the hardware store for more wood.

And I was done.

Finally.

I mounted it in the kitchen and asked my wife what she thought.

"Did you measure it correctly?"

"Of course!"

My wife stretched out on tip-toes, fingers swiping just shy of the iron handle.

"Did you measure ME correctly?"

Shit.