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My ex-SIL returned my 1950s metal doll bed that I gave my DN. I intended to repaint it (since I'd stupidly painted over the original paint when I gave it to DN) for DGD...actually, I thought DH would take care of that project since I intended to make a baby doll, doll quilt, and even a mattress for the bed. DH told me not to plan any projects for him. So I said, Okay. If I don't get time to sand and paint the bed, I'll just give it to DGD as-is and stepD can paint it however she wants.

Well...the doll is made as is the mattress. I was working on the doll quilt this afternoon when DH came into my sewing room and asked what I was going to do with the bed. I replied, Nothing today. I've got to get the quilt made. He reminded me that DGDs birthday is next Sunday.

Oh...yeah. Well I guess stepD will have to paint the bed. I don't have time.

He looked funny. Well...um...he's already sanded on the bed. Guess who's going to paint the bed?! Not me!

Bwahahaha

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I had help moving furniture & things around in my sewing room the other day. DH went from, "I don't want to do that today" to doing it anyway. Why? Because I started it (knowing full well I couldn't do it on my own) & then started asking where some tools were. No man can resist coming to see what's going on when his tools are involved! So of course, he came to see what I was doing, and the next thing he knew, he was moving furniture.

That works every time...start it yourself but start doing it "wrong." Or make sounds as if something's breaking. Or do some mysterious hammering. Or say, "Oops!" Or...

I would like to see pictures of the bed/doll/quilt!

me too! want pics Sherry!

Sneaky girls...just sneaky...WTG,my kinda' thinking for sure....LOL

Wicked, wicked ladies. lolllll

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I do hope we get to see pictures.

I'm so glad I'm not the only sneaky one. My DH has to be sweetly manipulated too. But I never nag and very seldom get angry. That's one good thing about getting older. Life's too short to be angry!

heh heh heh. Learned some new techniques! Hubbs is so "helpful" sometimes I have to say, "let me do it!" But when it comes to electronics, insurance,etc. I usually cry for real! Then he says "We'll get it fixed, don't worry!" Which is sweet, except he's gone a LOT. Then I just cry on the phone.

Sounds like such a sweet,and thoughtful gift Sherry,sure to be treasured!

LOL, ladies...the path that gets us our way...my X would sit and let me push and grunt all day, and even bought me a set of power tools for Christmas once...DH now is so helpful and still under the impression I have no clue about power tools, although he nearly caught me using them once when he came home early from work. I asked for a shoe rack a few weeks ago...haven't got it yet, so yesterday I asked for wooden dowels, shelving board, glue, drill, and screws, and if his power saw and jig saw where in the garage or his tool trailor...he looked at me relly funny, before asking what I was building, I just smiled sweetly and said nothing yet...I need those items first, he like a typical builder asks "show me your drawing"? I handed him my sketch and materials list which was followed by a grin then a great BIG throaty laugh...he handed me back my drawing and said "I can make that for you this week darling" not sure if he was laughing cause he thought I was nagging or because he realized I knew what I wanted and how to build it...and ya know what I'm not even gonna ask...as long as it gets done! LOL

LOL As soon as the bed is painted, I'll put it all together. I think I have the doll picture...

Sherry that dollis adorable...her hair looks so lifelike...what did you use for the hair?

However, the thing is...I could do it. 1st DH was a truckdriver. I had my own set of tools in the house. While he was gone on 2-3 weeks' trips, I learned to repair many, many things. With the help of a local appliance serviceman who would say, "You can do this," as he pulled up the diagram on his computer and started pointing - I replaced the thermostats on an electric dryer, then the heating element, then replaced the belt on the drum. I also replaced the "mixer" on my dishwasher. I can change the oil in my Tahoe and change a tire IF the person who put it on didn't get stupid with the air wrench. Before cell phones, I carried my own 4-way lug wrench and insisted the lug nuts be tightened with it...especially when I had to travel to the next town 20+ miles away.

My main frustration is that many times I start something only to have DH tell me that I'm doing it wrong. eyeroll Since I would've been up in his shop with his tools...he would've been directly involved. This way...he does it his way to start with. I'm happy and he's semi-happy.

Oh...and if he'd never started sanding on it...stepD would've gotten it as-is. So, you see, it is his fault.

The hair is fake fur. And the little barrette is one that belongs to DGD - it was left here after a weekend visit and I found it in the carpet in the guest room.

I think I'm on my 3rd tool box. DH was in construction before retiring and had to have a variety of tools in his truck on the job. So whenever I needed a screw driver or hammer, it was always in his truck! I accumulated some tools, put them in a tool box - but when we started renovating some rentals, he said my tools were better left at the renovation site, 'cause he still needed his for his work.
So now my current tool box is carefully hidden in my sewing room!

That is so funny. My new DIL asked for a tool box for Christmas last year. Said that her ex took everything with him and she knew how to use tools. My son knows how to use tools, but his ex took everything with her so they really had no tools or single place to keep them. She got tools. Pat LOL this year she chose wisely what she asked me for. LOL

Oh yeah. LOL When I remarried and moved to DHs house all the tools were in the garage. My tools were slowly absorbed into DHs tools. When we moved to our new home, he had a container and moved all the tools in it. I got tired of going to the container in all weather when I needed a hammer, screwdriver, wrench, etc. so I purchased a few of the bare essentials. When DH build a gi-normous shop building even further back on the property and moved everything he could find into it...including the tools he found in my yard tool tub...I requested my very own tool kit in the house.

We all know that Craftsmen hand tools are made in the USA and are about the best there is and they have a lifetime warranty. Every time I gave him (and 1st DH too) tools, I gave him Craftsmen. Do you know what he did?! Gave me imported Cobalt tools from Lowes. And the reason...so we could tell our tools apart. Sheesh. Doesn't he know that that is what red nail polish is for?!

My tools have pink nail polish on them!

And I bought a complete set of drill bits WITH a chuck key...one that never seems to wander off, the way DH's always does.

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Originally posted by TcMay:
Sneaky girls...just sneaky...

Yea, but it could work both ways. You know I'd come zooming if DH said, "Where's your sewing machine -- I'm going to fix a zipper."

No kidding, Starry Sky. I remember when my brother Mike decided to sew up a rip in his jeans using my mom's sewing machine. Instead of just sitting down at the machine and sewing, or calling for some advice from Mom or one of us girls, he started turning the tension knobs and changing the stitch length setting 'cause the machine was having a hard time sewing on the denim. It took Mom four days to finally get the machine working again, and it wasn't totally fine until she took it in for repair. She did explain to Mike that all he needed to do was to put on a needle that could handle the denim. (The one that was on the machine was for the silk blouse that Mom was working on.) So, yes, anytime after that if Mike needed something sewn, he would ask one of us to do it for him and if we were all busy, he would say okay he'd just do it himself. Since we were under strict orders from Mom not to let him near her machine, one of us girls would always stop what we were doing and handle Mike's sewing.

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