A stool with one short leg
My first piece of furniture. It wobbles, and I sit on it every day.
I built a stool in an evening class. Four legs, a seat, two rails. I measured three times and cut once and one leg still came out two millimetres short.
The teacher offered to fix it. I said no. I wanted to keep the mistake so I would see it every time I sat down.
Where it lives
In the kitchen, by the window. I sit on it to put on shoes. It rocks once and then settles. I have learned to rock with it.
