Kittyhawk
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At our place a fairly large kitchen renovation is proceeding apace and prior to its commencement I bought myself a nice new Eastwing hammer.
To be honest I didn't actually need it - I bought my original 20oz hammer second hand 50 odd years ago. It is of unknown provenance, the claw I think a little more curved than its modern counterparts, the wooden handle stained with paint and sweaty palms and with a few chips in it here and there. Doing this renovation is not something I have much enthusiasm for and I know that some people when faced with an unpleasant situation resort to their favorite food - comfort food I believe it's called. Well I have comfort tools, hence the hammer. The Child Bride is very parsimonious when it comes to tool expenditure but renovations can be worked to your advantage if you desire some shiny new tool, and especially so if you are old. I know she feels ever so slightly uncomfortable in asking an 80 year old man to start demolishing walls and dangle off ladders and so on, and the trick is to grunt softly and moan now and then for attention and when you consider it to be the appropriate moment, say something like 'of course, if I had a so and so, this would be so much easier on me..' It usually works. A year or so ago we rebuilt a room at the back of the house and I scored a nice 18v cordless drill on that one.
But back to the hammer. I'm afraid the Eastwing and I don't get along. I'm sure it's a perfectly good hammer but there is something about it that just doesn't feel right and I had to wait until the wife was well out of earshot before I told the Eastwing what I thought of it.
Doing a renovation means that you must bring the neccessary tools from the workshop to the house and looking in my carry bag at the planes, chisels, levels, squares etc needed for the job I note that with the exception of a block plane I have unwittingly chosen tools that I've had since my youth and left the new stuff in the shed. Either I'm an old stick-in-the-mud, set in my ways or the old tools are just... better? I think I'm done with comfort tools.
To be honest I didn't actually need it - I bought my original 20oz hammer second hand 50 odd years ago. It is of unknown provenance, the claw I think a little more curved than its modern counterparts, the wooden handle stained with paint and sweaty palms and with a few chips in it here and there. Doing this renovation is not something I have much enthusiasm for and I know that some people when faced with an unpleasant situation resort to their favorite food - comfort food I believe it's called. Well I have comfort tools, hence the hammer. The Child Bride is very parsimonious when it comes to tool expenditure but renovations can be worked to your advantage if you desire some shiny new tool, and especially so if you are old. I know she feels ever so slightly uncomfortable in asking an 80 year old man to start demolishing walls and dangle off ladders and so on, and the trick is to grunt softly and moan now and then for attention and when you consider it to be the appropriate moment, say something like 'of course, if I had a so and so, this would be so much easier on me..' It usually works. A year or so ago we rebuilt a room at the back of the house and I scored a nice 18v cordless drill on that one.
But back to the hammer. I'm afraid the Eastwing and I don't get along. I'm sure it's a perfectly good hammer but there is something about it that just doesn't feel right and I had to wait until the wife was well out of earshot before I told the Eastwing what I thought of it.
Doing a renovation means that you must bring the neccessary tools from the workshop to the house and looking in my carry bag at the planes, chisels, levels, squares etc needed for the job I note that with the exception of a block plane I have unwittingly chosen tools that I've had since my youth and left the new stuff in the shed. Either I'm an old stick-in-the-mud, set in my ways or the old tools are just... better? I think I'm done with comfort tools.
