I’m starting to realize about myself that I’d rather have something personal, nostalgic, or imbued with special meaning, than something that looks perfect or perfectly matches my taste. Sally made this when she was a kid, in some shop class or other. Not great craftsmanship, not great materials, not even a particularly interesting design. I could have bought myself something prettier, nicer, and more functional to serve this purpose. But I never even more than briefly considered it. I’d rather have this.