The wax cooled too fast and cracked.
The sauce changed colour between batches.
Bottles arrived imperfect, never the size I planned for.
Design met reality, and reality pushed back.
Dinkums printed too early, lighting setups collapsed, files exported wrong at the last minute.
Schedules slipped. Repetition became exhaustion.
to print brighter when ink dulled,
to reshape labels for the bottles I could find,
to build boxes from what was available.
Every compromise left a trace—evidence of adaptation.