The past weekend me and some of my friends have been busy painting my house and doing some other long overdue chores.
Yesterday at one moment I needed to cut some plastic foil.
I was thinking: "Do I get one of my older knives to cut it?" But then it was : "Heck, let's bite the bullit" and I took the #15 Boy's knife out of my pocket.
I opened it and after I enjoyed the positive "click" it sealed through the plasic like it wasn't even there.
But then I got a little careless and I ever so slightly brushed the tip of the blade over my finger, resulting in a nice clean cut.
Nothing really bloody, but it sure woke me up.
I guess the knive is really "mine" now....

Yesterday at one moment I needed to cut some plastic foil.
I was thinking: "Do I get one of my older knives to cut it?" But then it was : "Heck, let's bite the bullit" and I took the #15 Boy's knife out of my pocket.
I opened it and after I enjoyed the positive "click" it sealed through the plasic like it wasn't even there.
But then I got a little careless and I ever so slightly brushed the tip of the blade over my finger, resulting in a nice clean cut.
Nothing really bloody, but it sure woke me up.
I guess the knive is really "mine" now....
