Whenever I get a chance to use some tools, I feel pretty manly. Call it stereotypical, call it macho bullshit, call it whatever you want. I know how I feel. With tools in hand I feel great.
It should come as no great shock that I am not a master craftsman. I am not talking about designing and building great furniture from beautiful wood. I am really talking about assembling a cheap, compressed sawdust, piece of furniture from a box. Not so amazing, but still, if I build it, then I feel pretty good.
My latest project was a media cabinet. It was on sale at Canadian Tire (discontinued) and therefore not expensive at all. I decided I wanted to put my DVD’s away, rather than stack them in piles on the coffee table, desk, or floor. It seems like a noble idea–I guess I am a victim of the desire to organize, even if it rarely gets done. My heart is in the right place.
This particular creation required only two screwdrivers and a hammer. Usually, I don’t classify it as a real project unless it takes a least five tools, and one of them has to be a power tool. That seems reasonable doesn’t it?