It took me nearly all the daylight hours. "Why is that, are you some mentally slow--" No, I will explain. We hit a motherload of Legos the weekend before for an irresistibly good price at the yard sale of someone my father knows. Immediately hauled home were two full three-drawer plastic bins of Legos, Legos, LEGOS!
Now, the quantity is a fabulous thing indeed. What isn't so fabulous is that every possible set of Legos that those kids bought in their entire lifetime had all been chucked together in one enormous Lego pit, churned around, and thrown back up into bins, bins which we then spent literal days sorting and sorting.
So hah!, my Gungun submarine endeavor is but multiplied TWO-FOLD! Buying the Star Wars Gungun Submarine set, neatly bagged in plastic and sealed in a colorful, little-kid-attention-grabbing box, and building the thing in a few hours is one thing, enjoyable as it may be. Seeking every single piece to a Star Wars Gungun submarine (and the complete mini-scenery), part by part, among millions of little plastic bricks, blocks, extensions, attachments, and aesthetic accessories is an entirely different star ship.
When I put the last piece in and shut the lid to the last cockpit, I was so smugly delighted with myself that I promptly took said Gungun sub and flew it (swam it?) around my house like a complete babbling, laughing fool. I adore building models. It was so much fun.
Just for the record, I'm not really a Star Wars fan. (I mean, I've only seen Episodes I and IV, and by chance.) I'm just bloody fascinated by little, precise things.
Oh! And not to forget the beloved website without which I could not have accomplished this: Brickfactory. (As much as I sometimes dislike the internet, its uses are undeniable.) That thing took 48 bloody pages! I guess I shouldn't complain, though: I ended up taking on and actually completing the full Hogwarts Castle set, too. That took 81 pages, and two days of digging into the Lego swamps.
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