I have gone through a manly-right-of-passage. I officially killed a drill and had to buy a new one. In my defense, the drill that I killed was only a 4 volt and I was asking it to do things that 4 volts really shouldn't be doing. But anyway, I got a new drill! And thus started my own collection of grown-up tools since I moved away from all the people that I would just borrow tools from.
Manly-right-of-passage gone through.
I had to go get a drill because I was trying to put up curtains in Jeff's office and the drill stopped working. I was trying to put up the curtains that we bought at IKEA this past weekend when we went to IKEA with Sue, Holly, Rachael, and Sean. It was their first time and was fun to watch the overwhelmed looks on all of their faces. Holly and Sean did the entire place twice and had some food in the cafeteria in the amount of time it took the rest of us to go through once, which we felt was making good time.
Anyway, I got some curtains but they were too long. And since my sewing machine is still at my mom's house (there are about 5 things still strewn about Spokane that we will be collecting at Christmas), I pulled out the 1970s sewing machine I bought for $10 at an estate sale strictly because it looked cool. I had no idea if it worked but I knew it had bobbins, which is always the magical question in our family. But it worked! So then I had to figure out to thread it/make a bobbin but the internet helped with that. Then I hemmed the curtains and was pretty proud of myself since they are only about 2 cm different in length.
I felt like this activity from start to finish shows a lot about me. I was just as happy about buying a power tool as I was that my 1970s sewing machine worked.
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