Handy

This post was inspired by the awesome Stacy of Sassafras Mama.

I am so grateful to be handy. I can build things. I can fix things. This has been an interest of mine since I was a little girl. I was fascinated by my dad's power tools and was always trying to help him out in the garage. There is a picture somewhere of my 4 year old self trying to help daddy by carrying a jug of car oil for him. I did not know that there was a top and a bottom, and it spilled all down the front of my dress but I still had a huge grin on my face because I was helping in the garage.

When I was about 8 or 9 I took to the idea of being a carpenter and asked my dad for scraps of wood and a hammer and nails. I built a "bench" of sorts and was extremely pleased with myself.

As an adult I still take extreme pleasure in working with my hands. When I left B there was something so therapeutic about putting together my new furniture, and I did it with a zeal unseen in myself over the previous months. I left the power tools with B (I know, huge mistake) which made the putting-together even more physically strenuous and fun. I loved changing the oil in my car. I loved learning how to change a tire. Now I am loving fixing up things in J's house. I am oiling door hinges, replacing light bulbs, and putting up walkway lanterns. It is so satisfying to be able to produce something with my own hands.