When I was 34, my mom bought me my first toolbox. Until that point, I’d kept all my tools in that drawer where you keep batteries, extra chapstick, extension cords, decks of cards, air freshener refills, scotch tape, and appliance manuals. My tools at that point consisted of a little set of four screwdrivers that I’d won at a fair, an old upholstery hammer my mom had used back in the ’70’s during her intense upholstery phase, and some left over doo dads from assorted Sauder bookcases (those little “L” shaped thingies and teensy nails mostly). Oh, and I had some round smooth things left over from putting the bathroom cabinet together.
What made me think of this is that I was just making up the bed (yes, at 11:00 p.m.) because it’s been cold all day and is cold tonight, and I wanted my down comforter on. Anyway, I draped the comforter over my bedroom door and noticed that the cheap backing was coming off and some teensy nails were pulling out. Without a thought, I picked up a shoe (a nice 3″ basic black pump) and tapped in the little nails. As I was putting the shoe back, it occurred to me that I’ve had a hammer, a real hammer, for several years now and really should have gotten that out and done the job properly. Hmph! The nails are in, the bed’s made, and I didn’t even have to go scrounging around in my spare room-office-storage room-catch all for the toolbox.
When my mom was here visiting, the time she bought me the toolbox, she was horrified that I similarly grabbed a butter knife when I needed to tighten the handle thing on one of my kitchen (or it may have been bathroom) drawers. What’s that you’re doing there? With that butter knife? Um, just tightening this screw thing, why? Turns out you’re supposed to use a screwdriver for that, and a particular one called a flat head. Interesting. My little four pack of hard won at the fair guessing booth screwdrivers had a flat head in . . . right before the pink and white plastic handle part fell off.
So off we went to the tool place to stock me up on fabulous tools and a toolbox to put them all in. My favorite item we got that day was an electric screwdriver; that thing is to die for fabulous. All you do is plug it in, then when you have something to screw in, you get it and push the button, and it does all the work for you. It was a life saver when I put up my new curtain hardware last year.
I love my toolbox, and it makes me feel ready for anything, but at the end of the day, I guess I’ll always head straight for the cooking spray when I have a squeaking hinge, the butter knife when I need to tighten a screw, and the high heeled pump when I need to bang in a nail.