I bought a circular saw this week. I felt kind of giddy. To do this justice, context is needed:
When I was in my young 20s, I wanted to use my Grandpa’s circular saw and he said no. It was too dangerous. I had taken wood shop and used lots of tools. I had high confidence I could handle it, but his no was solid.
When I was in my 30s, I borrowed my then boyfriend’s circular saw. He later became my husband and often told people how intrigued he was by a woman who asked for power tools.
When I got divorced, the circular saw went with the husband.
And so now, in my 40s, I bought my own. And it feels really good.
It’s not to say I won’t borrow tools or share tools in the future. But knowing what I needed and going to get it- well, it feels really good.
I have a tool think, kind of like tool-aholic I think, so I can identify.