How I learned I can repair anything

Repairing my craft table affirmed my skills

I found the coolest folding craft table about four years ago and assembled it with loving care  It could expand out to 7 feet in length and fold up to less than two.  It had casters and I could move it around my craft room for any use I came up with.  When I moved to a new house a while back I made the mistake of rolling it along my drive way and into the UHaul.  The plastic casters couldn’t take the rough surface and broke and the fiber board split where a few of the casters were embedded due to the pressure from the boxes I packed on it.

Craft Table Craft Table folded

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now I had a good but immobile table.  Never fear I went to the local Lowe’s and found 8 replacement casters.  I also purchased an 8′ x 2.5″ x 5/8″ board and had them cut it into 8 lengths of 23 5/8″ long.  The team at Lowe’s is great there about cutting boards to the lengths you need them.  One of my favorite services and they always seem to do it with a smile and generally for free; the price posted is $.25 for each cut after the first two which are free.  I used the 8 boards to reinforce the sides of each of the bottom boards where the casters would be inserted.  Quick use of my trusty cordless drill / screwdriver and they were attached.

What I realized as I took each step in the effort to save my table is that I never doubted I could do it.  In my mind I could clearly see what to do to reinforce the base of the table to reset the new casters.  I have to say that my dad spent his entire life showing me that I can fix anything.

Notice that I said he spend his life showing me I could do it; this is very different from teaching me.  Maybe some fathers and daughters would build a doll house or a bird house together in an effort to learn how to use tools. Learning came from watching my dad. I tried to be very good and not disturb him and learn the names of the tools so I could hand them to him.  My favorites were the socket wrenches that would click when you turned them. Getting to watch seemed to make the tools fun.

My dad knew about wood and drywall and all the tools required for their use. He had a Shopsmith lathe at one time. It could do anything and was expensive and was the counter to my mother’s Bernina sewing machine. He accumulated tools, good ones, and demonstrated to me the long term value of having and holding onto tools. His organizational skills definitely rubbed off and the tools that I have are all in their place on a peg board or tool box.

Folding Measuring Stick

Folding Measuring Stick

Lessons learned

I learned you don’t play with other people’s tools.  Better said I learned is that if you do play with other people’s tools, put them back exactly as you found them.  I had two favorite tools.  The first tool was a stiff folding measuring stick.  First, you could measure anything.  The best part is you could fold this stick up. You could make it into shapes and use it as a walking cane or a wand.

Chalk Plum Line

Chalk Plum Line

The other tool was a chalk plum line.  You could pull out the string which had purple chalk.  Then you could use a little handle like a fishing reel and draw the string back in.

I’m sure made a mess of both of these tools at one time or another. That means I got in trouble.  Each though made a lasting impression.  There are wonderful tools out there to help us with any project.  My craft table is upright and rolling again.  I know I can fix anything.

Thanks Dad – Love you,  Michelle