The bookshelf has lost its molding at the top. Beside it sits a small oak table with pencil legs and a cracked surface. Wood glue and a clamp, please.
In the corner of my garage is a proud, old church organ missing a key and a stop. Ordered, the two parts are on the shelf, still in the package, awaiting their turn. An old walnut box, missing a hinge and a fancy key with a tassel, sits lop-sided, lid jarred open, like an impatient customer, if you ask me.