I have NO patience. None. Zero. Zilch. Put me in a traffic jam and my fingers are tapping the wheel. When I'm forced to FINALLY make a grocery run I'm counting the people in line times the number of items in their cart and calculating which is the fastest. But give me an old beat-up piece of furniture and a sudden calmless sweeps over me. I see hours, days, even weeks of taking the ugly duckling and turning it into a swan. Ahhhhh....THAT is the art and love of 'shabbying.'