One thing, though, has remained the same: I always have my tool bouquet handy. This is a cup, once a travel mug, filled with screwdrivers and pliers, always there to open a paint can or cleaning product, grab a malfunctioning drawer or pry loose a humidity-sealed window.
Recently reaching for the bouquet, I realized that such an essential here is not a priority when I am in the U.S. There, the bouquet is hidden under the sink, and my other essential tools (hammer, chisel, can of WD-40) are tucked even farther away.
Yes, of course. We rent in Richmond. Repairs are just a service call away, and a guy comes to fix the ice maker or the toilet.
Here in North Caicos, we are homeowners in a place where it’s not likely that someone can/will come by to fix your problem, or that a simple solution means a quick trip to Lowe’s or Home Depot. Planning a day on Provo, with the ferry ride, car rental and unbelievable prices at the Do-It Center, is hardly quick or simple.
And so I have become obsessed with having tools … and now at both places, because of my fairly recent immersion (about four years) in mosaic art. On North Caicos, I find myself wishing for a sprayer nozzle for the hose. In Richmond, I envy Lorraine’s awl, glass cutter and grinder.
I haven’t stepped foot in a jewelry store for almost a decade, maybe longer, and I buy clothes only when I have to. But a hardware store or home center? Heaven.
Flowers fade, chocolates put on pounds and fashions go out of fashion. There is a certain kind of girl, guys, who wants you to say it with a Swiss army knife!