Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts

Saturday, February 2, 2013

5 DIY books especially for women

My mum is extremely competent with tools. I have seen her wield hammers, sanders, drills and screwdrivers with the same ease she does a whisk. She raised 7 children while holding down a job and fulltime study. Two of my six sisters maintain their own cars. In fact, one has bought a few beat up ones and restored them herself. Both of them change their own tyres and oil and pump their own gas. As a child, dad encouraged us to play with fixing anything and everything that we wanted to. Seriously. This included his stereos and televisions and transistor radios. Never at any time, though, did that mean we could touch his Regal Valiant *rolls eyes* He didn't 'allow' us to help around the house and garage so much as he and mum encouraged it. When I moved away from home for the second time, my dad gave me a multi head screwdriver set as a gift. He said to me, "This will get you far." What he really meant was "It's up to you now." It was like a passing of the Handy (Wo)man baton. I didn't ever have to ask for fix-it help. (Don't get me wrong, though, this doesn't mean I won't ask for help if I need it - I totally will, and LOUDLY). My sisters and I have never adhered to what I call the Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. We are not waiting to be rescued. We will, in fact, rescue ourselves. (And, if we feel so inclined, we might rescue Prince (or Princess) Charming, too. But only if they have chocolate). That sense of independence and 'can do' attitude is second nature to me now. This is why it irritates me greatly when I go hardware shopping - as I did the other weekend - and find myself being treated like a ditzy girl. Sometimes, I don't know stuff. Sometimes, I'm even more clueless than the average person. I'm okay with that because I'm okay with being taught. What I'm NOT okay with is having men automatically assume that because I'm a girl, I'm a fluffy one. Oh honey, this is so not the case. I am nobody's fluffy anything. I may not know my way around a powertool, but never take that to mean I'm helpless. Show me. Teach me. Work with me. I guarantee I'll make more of an effort to know more/be more by starting with these books below, and you, mere male, can make more of an effort to take me seriously. Please and thank you :)