The Tool Addict
The Story
There once was a girl who really liked two things. Making stuff, namely messes…
… and computers.
She grew up and still made stuff, and messes, albeit bigger ones…
… and discovered a love for power tools.
Then she bought a house that needed some fixin’…
… and spent a lot of years (like five) drywalling, tiling, putting in flooring, occasionally flooding the kitchen, and in general making an extra large mess, the end results of which you can see on the Before & After page of this very website.
She currently lives with this handsome guy…
… and these slightly furrier, but no less entertaining guys.
They also have this house in the country…
… that will one day look like this (or something).
And in all of the minutes not spent working on that miraculous transformation or doing her actual job, she makes these…
… and plans to live happily ever after, making big messes, having big arguments, starting big projects, building big things, and writing all about all of them all over the Internet.
What I Really Have to Say
Yes, the short story is that I’m a girl and I own a lot of tools. Actually, it’s probably more accurate to say that I have a tool addiction, but as of yet my family hasn’t intervened. Although my grandpa does swear I’m going to lose a finger someday, because if no one has told you this yet, girls and power tools don’t mix. Luckily, my second favorite thing in life is being contrary, so I don’t let the Rules of the Universe–especially those regarding X-chromosomes and power tools– get me down.
I’d like to say that I have two passions, tools and blogging, in which case this website would have a very clear focus… but if you’ve been around here for any length of time you know differently. The truth is I’m a DIYer to the core, and I’ve yet to meet a project (or hobby) I won’t take on: Photography, construction, gardening, woodworking, painting, cooking, sculpting, web design, stained glass, building big-ass retaining walls… as long as it’s challenging and I have control of it, I’m in. I don’t believe in the phrase “you can’t do this” even though some of my favorite men are constantly trying to beat it into my thick skull. Believe me when I tell you, I get the last laugh when it comes down to people telling me I can’t do shit.
So if there’s one message I want to get across to all of the women (and, yes, you guys too) that frequent this site, it’s that yes, you absolutely can do anything you want.
If my five-foot-nothing mother and I can build this thing, with no plans or real construction experience….
… then you can hang some trim, or change your oil, or fly a freaking airplane, if that’s what you want to do.
As you can see, I have passion around people believing in themselves, and while I am a far, far cry from being a professional or expert, don’t hesitate to contact me if I can help you out in any way short of donating my liver, which I’m rather attached to.
Legal/Moral/Religious Disclaimer:I just publicly said that I am not claiming to be a professional or expert. Half of the time I have no idea if the shit I’m doing is the “right” way, and most of the time I don’t care one way or another, as long as it works. So don’t start thinking I’m trying to tell you to do the things I do, and don’t blame me if you get hurt doing them. Also, I swear a lot and I’m probably going to Hell for it, but I am trying to cut down on using the “really bad swears” so that my mom can take occasional breaks from praying for my heathen soul. However, if you find my language or the fact that I repeatedly joke about how I buzz off all my hair offensive, this is probably not the right website for you.
