The right tool for the job becomes a treasured friend

I have been thinking a lot about my favorite hand tools… and the emotional attachment I have to a handful of them.

This has been prompted by the Christmas Elf’s project this year — a re-do of our downstairs bathroom.

The Christmas Elf has been doing all of the work and I have contributed a little bit in the way of consultation. I picked out the colors, figured out how to get the HUGE and beautiful antique mirror to fit, and offered a suggestion on attaching the new vanity top, but not much more than that.

We decided to keep the existing vanity and just paint it, in part due to the cost of new vanities, but actually more because we couldn’t find a new one that offered as much storage.

While the painting is going on, the vanity drawer faces have been removed and I dug out my favorite straight blade screwdriver — needed to pry open the frontless drawers when they get pushed too far back.

I have had her (the favorite straight blade screwdriver) since college. I actually don’t remember exactly when or where I acquired her. I have been thinking about it as I work on this post and I think that I probably swiped her from my Dad. LOL

Her handle is covered with paint from years — literally — of opening paint cans. She isn’t a Craftsman because I found the Craftsman screwdriver handles uncomfortable to use.

She, my 25 foot Craftsman Brake n Lock tape measure, my 20 ounce blue handled Estwing, and my old oyster knife (used for removing staples), are the hand tools that I keep nearby, just not always on the bathroom counter! *VeryBigGrin*

They represent many wonderful hours of work, many wonderful people that I worked alongside, and many beautiful stage productions.

Isn’t interesting how supposedly inanimate objects can develop personalities over the years…

Tink

When I dream…
All my shelves are level and my walls are plumb…