It all started innocently enough. Pick up a few Cold Steel tomahawks. Sand down the shafts so they mate with the heads securely.
Then I found an old Stanley hammer head in need of a handle, so I did that.
Now I'm looking at every old hand tool around the house, and contemplating getting new handles for each of them. I'm thinking about asking neighbors if they'd like me to rehang their old hand tools.
The way things are going, I know how it's going to turn out. I'm gonna be browsing pawn shops looking for old axe and hammer heads, and buying them just so I can put handles on them too! Why wasn't I warned that this activity could prove itself to be so addicting!?
Then I found an old Stanley hammer head in need of a handle, so I did that.
Now I'm looking at every old hand tool around the house, and contemplating getting new handles for each of them. I'm thinking about asking neighbors if they'd like me to rehang their old hand tools.
The way things are going, I know how it's going to turn out. I'm gonna be browsing pawn shops looking for old axe and hammer heads, and buying them just so I can put handles on them too! Why wasn't I warned that this activity could prove itself to be so addicting!?