This Grandma was raised where everything physical was man's work, even changing light bulbs was not something I did until I moved out on my own. This stool was like one I had as a child, so when I ordered it and it came in a thousand and one pieces, the granddaughter and I got our tools and put it together, she gave me a hug and a spontaneous kiss and exclaimed, "Clever Grandma!" And it went a long way toward healing the teen girl inside me who was denied both auto and wood shop and forced to take sewing and cooking classes. Gotta admit I'm a great cook, but I love my tools.
Wish I were that handy. I went from my parents home where Dad could fix and put together anything, to a college dorm where I didn't worry about it, to marriage to a guy who is like my Dad -- "Mr. Fixit". Our daughter took after her grandpa and Dad...... And, yes, I hated that sewing and cooking class we were forced to take junior and senior high school. Theh were not "electives" then1
