After dinner this evening, Kirk asked me if I wanted to go to the hardware store with him.
I didn’t need anything….so….obviously I wanted to go!
I have a thing for hardware stores.
Maybe they just take me back to when I was a kid.
Maybe I see all the possible projects.
Maybe I just like the photo opportunities.
It’s probably all of those.
When I was a little kid, my Dad had a workshop in the basement. Most little girls probably would have preferred playing with dolls, but my favourite thing to do was to hang out in the workshop with my Dad and he’d give me a block of wood, a handful of nails, a handful of screws, a screwdriver, and a hammer……and I was the happiest little camper.
The screwdriver and a block of wood were often a bit much for my little hands, but I could swing a hammer and whack a nail!
And I loved it!
