My husband is Mr. Handyman. I am lucky to have help right there in the house when I need it. I am not much at handling household problems and am grateful to have an excellent do-it-yourselfer around all the time. I get entrenched in my needlepoint projects and don’t like to take breaks and lose my momentum. It is a bit of a passion and if you were to visit my house, you would see homemade pillows strewn on the sofa and upholstered chairs. You would notice framed needlepoint flowers in a vase on the bedroom wall. Any subject is fine with me. For years I did clowns and cartoon characters for my kids to create a fun ambience for them. In the kitchen I have vegetables and fruit while in the den I do sports themes. Each family member chooses the design they favor. Perhaps they are getting their fill, but I have a lot more work to do to fulfill my needs.
I keep all my supplies in a cabinet I bought just for the purpose. I have cotton and wool yarns sorted by color. It is a veritable rainbow of hues if you open the door. Lately, however, you won’t see a thing because the door is stuck. Wood expands and contracts when the weather changes. While it may be quite normal, it is also irritating. I need to get to my supplies without yanking off the door. I don’t keep the door open through the day because the cat loves to grab his desired skein of yarn in his sharp pointy teach. It is a great game. I need the door fixed—and fast. My husband as always comes to the rescue. He has a block plane in the garage which he can use to shave the door just enough so that it closes perfectly.
Nothing beats this tool for all kinds of repair. It is convenient and easy to operate. He says its versatility makes it one of his favorite devices for all kinds of cutting and shaping tasks. It is also quite small and doesn’t take up much space. He likes to keep things in a tool pouch hanging on a peg in the garage. It’s right alongside all of the wood that he tends to buy after reading Woodwork Nation. I see that it is shaped just right to fit in one hand. If you don’t have one, take my word for it that you will find many uses for it over the years.
My husband learned how to wield all the tools of the construction trade when he was a boy watching his dad at work. He has been on call for family and friends ever since. He doesn’t mind helping others since it allows him to hone his skills. Like my cabinet door, the front door also sticks when it rains. It soaks up moisture like a sponge. You can tear your rotator cuff pulling and twisting the handle. That block plane has been our savior more than once.