Day 2 of building the matchstick house.

Day 2 of building the matchstick house.

So here goes, day 2 begins on the hottest day in the UK for a loooonnnng time, reaching 30°c +. Far too hot to sit out, not that I can coz I’ve no chairs I can sit comfortably in.

Anyway, yesterday I thought maybe it would be better if I put the first layer of sticks on bluetac, well pinktac, thinking this will keep the bottom row still. Hmmmmm I could almost hear Miss Adira doing her evil chuckle as she imagined me doing it, cursing me head off even though I shouldn’t. Though today, I didn’t say 1 curse word until the last minute. I decided I was going to talk nicely to the house then maybe it will work for me.

So I took my time getting started, trying to ensure the gaps were the same. The pinktac was working, bottom row done. Second row completed without issue.

The next stage is 6 rows of just 2 sticks on opposite sides per row. This went without a hitch. You had to ensure the match end was facing the correct way as they did, this looks better and looks better when on fire. I noticed the second to last row was wrong so took them off and re-did them.

So now I’m at the stage where it collapsed on me yesterday. I painfully and gently poked my tweezers inside the first hole, and the first match dropped down. I’m going on me hands an knees to to watch the match, see where it goes, move the bottom stick to try to drop it down further. I’m standing above it so I can look right down and see if the passage is clear.

Here things began to go wrong, coz sometimes I had to move the sticks back, as they were falling from the sides, then the bottom was going hey wire, I tried everything to gently prod the sticks in place but had no luck. After I had succeeded in getting 6 sticks down the cube, one side toppled.

OMG, did I wanna scream, curse, throw them away, throw them at Miss Adira, well obviously I’m not that stupid to actually do that, I calmly sat down, watched the brand new series of Dance Moms, you all know how much I love that show, and didn’t think if that stupid house until it finished.


Ready for the sticks to go down.
Losing it now.

Round 3 after Dance Moms. I started again. Building the first 4 or 5 rows before the darn thing fell. The annoying factor is I took all the time to get it even, then I think I knocked it with my tweezers. But my back was pooped from crouching down, from bending over it. Oh FFS I said to the matches, you can shut up too, I told the man on the YouTube video I was following. Hearing my Miss Adira in my head, giggling, sensing my frustration, knowing how peeved I was, made me more peeved.

Toppled down already.

So Day 2 is over and I’m no better than I was yesterday.

SCRREEEAAAAMMMMIINNGGGG.

Someone asked yesterday why don’t I use glue, well the simple answer is you can’t, unless you cheat. It’s all about precision of where you put the matches. And I wouldn’t cheat,  I’d rather admit defeat than cheat. Anyway, imagine the punishment if I did, doesn’t bare thinking about.

There was also a question of what was the orange thing in the photos, it is a rotary craft knife. I can’t hold the small craft knives, my fingers don’t work like they used to. I had to buy precision tweezers which are more chunky to hold onto, which is better for me and if I get to the next stage of making it look like a house, I need to cut the matches down to make the doors and window, sounds simple, but bet it’s not. 

I went to bed frustrated and annoyed that I couldn’t do it again. I can honestly tell you this is far worse than the worst spankings I’ve ever had and that’s exactly why Miss Adira and Daddy set these things as punishments and I’m not liking this one, one tiny bit.

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