Zerozappa & RH - I hear ya loud and clear! My wife hates knives (well, she hates the ones I use)! She uses one in the kitchen that has a broken plastic handle and is down right dangerous to use. But she's "used to that one". I sharpened it once. And I told her about it. Still drew blood. She freaked. "You didn't say it was THAT sharp!" Right. My fault again. I should have sharpened it duller (???)!
I once nearly pleaded with her to carry one. "Just a small folder, honey." "Do you have one not sharp enough to cut butter, dear?" Like her nail file. Right. A lot of good that'll do.
But, I guess I could (maybe) understand: when she was young, her mother had an accident that severed the tendons on three fingers (middle, ring, baby) that resulted in the loss of use of all three for the rest of her long life. Seems my sweetheart was there when it happened and witnessed the blood spurting everywhere. Really stuck with her!
I did manage to get her to use my Spyderco Military once in the Kitchen, though. She loved it (once she adjusted to the sharpness). Had it not been her birthday gift to me, she may have confiscated it. I offered to buy her one (what would YOU say, if I offered to buy YOU one?!?), but she said she'd rather spend the money on other things.
I offered to get her ANYTHING in a large catalog of thousands of knives! Finally she picked one. I was thrilled! "Which one do you want, honey?" Smiling, she pointed to the Cold Steel shovel! Arghhhh!
She got the shovel (I had promised "anything" [my mistake of semantics!]). Then I got the idea of giving her a knife for her birthday. You know, something cute, colorful, inocuous. But when I suggested it, with fists on her hips and a stern look that reminded me of my mother (they look nothing alike otherwise), she said: "And what if I got you a rosebush for your birthday???" My birthday was coming up. I dropped that idea quicker than a hand full of hot steel!
Now I'm thinking about the KaBar 'Hobo Picnic Set'. At least there's a knife with the spoon and fork!
Tell me, fellas: is there any hope at all?
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Champions make improvements as fast as losers make excuses.
I once nearly pleaded with her to carry one. "Just a small folder, honey." "Do you have one not sharp enough to cut butter, dear?" Like her nail file. Right. A lot of good that'll do.
But, I guess I could (maybe) understand: when she was young, her mother had an accident that severed the tendons on three fingers (middle, ring, baby) that resulted in the loss of use of all three for the rest of her long life. Seems my sweetheart was there when it happened and witnessed the blood spurting everywhere. Really stuck with her!
I did manage to get her to use my Spyderco Military once in the Kitchen, though. She loved it (once she adjusted to the sharpness). Had it not been her birthday gift to me, she may have confiscated it. I offered to buy her one (what would YOU say, if I offered to buy YOU one?!?), but she said she'd rather spend the money on other things.
I offered to get her ANYTHING in a large catalog of thousands of knives! Finally she picked one. I was thrilled! "Which one do you want, honey?" Smiling, she pointed to the Cold Steel shovel! Arghhhh!
She got the shovel (I had promised "anything" [my mistake of semantics!]). Then I got the idea of giving her a knife for her birthday. You know, something cute, colorful, inocuous. But when I suggested it, with fists on her hips and a stern look that reminded me of my mother (they look nothing alike otherwise), she said: "And what if I got you a rosebush for your birthday???" My birthday was coming up. I dropped that idea quicker than a hand full of hot steel!
Now I'm thinking about the KaBar 'Hobo Picnic Set'. At least there's a knife with the spoon and fork!
Tell me, fellas: is there any hope at all?
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Champions make improvements as fast as losers make excuses.
