Modern Sauce :: This is All You’ll Need . . .
: The Story of a Girl, a Drill and a Dream
I’m Madame Sunday of the little blog known as ModernSauce. In addition to my blog of wonders I also have an old 1960′s fixer-upper that I drunkingly refer to as the ModernSauce Ranch. We have a love/hate relationship – I love what this house will be one day but it hates cooperating. As this was my first home I made a concerted effort to become a legitimate homeowner by purchasing all the requisite things for my house like fresh towels, a home warranty, a fully stocked liquor cabinet and an array of shiny tools. The most important item – the homeowner’s piece de resistance – a handy drill. I was so excited to tackle projects involving my new tool just so when people asked what I did one weekend I could shrug and say The usual. Drilled stuff. *flex girl bicep*
At the suggestion of a friend and the incredibly concerned staff at my local hardware retail giant I took home a jazzy little 12v drill. They said it was all I’d need. Wide-eyed and eager, I thanked them for their help and skipped home. My new purchase even came with a cool carrying case (their words) and tons of tiny drill bits that all lined up in neat little rows. I was so excited. And completely deluded.
My DIY dreams were crushed after fifteen minutes because a 12v drill is essentially worthless. My electric toothbrush has a more powerful motor just based on the evidence of my dazzling pearly whites. I don’t know what the hell these guys thought I was going to do – drill pompom fringe onto a bedskirt no doubt. (which looks adorable by the way!) The reality is I have the upper body strength of a malnourished T-rex and ancient plaster walls made of diamonds that require a grenade and a prayer just to hang a curtain rod. I’m not even going to talk about the failures of drilling an actual hole into wood or removing decades-old rusty screws. When you do the math 12v just isn’t going to cut it. I need something to compensate for my absence of bulging biceps not compound my handicap.
Math and magical walls of steel aside, upon reflection of my purchase what frustrates me more was the casual assessment that this pseudo-tool was all I would need. Also frustrating was my complete trust in their assessment. At the time I felt like they had evaluated my needs and responded accordingly – that 12v did fit my hand quite nicely – when in fact they did the opposite. They made assumptions based on my ignorance (and gender if I’m being honest) that somehow my projects were petty, less complex and required less power than others. No one has ever tried to sell me a car with fewer amenities or less horsepower. Every time I hear that phrase, and it is still quite often, it feels like they are trying to do me a favor because everyone knows that power tools have demon spirits inside that only a calloused man in Carhartt overalls can properly tame.
I wished they had given me the benefit of the doubt and worked backwards. They probably wished I knew what the hell I was doing. So I guess we’re even. But now I’m a seasoned pro *cough liar cough* and when I don’t know the answer I at least know the right questions to ask. And if I don’t even know that I know that I’m willing to fake it ’til I make it.
So if you happen to see a madame with dazzling white teeth looking confused while staring at the belt sanders please suspend your judgment and bring your open mind – I swear it’ll be all you need.
Unless of course you have an 18v drill because I will totally need to borrow it….
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Note from the hosts: Thanks to the Madame Modern Sauce. You may find her blogging at http://modernsauce.blogspot.com or on Twitter @ModernSauce. She is fabulous and that is all you need…





Totally love this post! Never underestimate a woman’s DIY ability just because you don’t see biceps! There is more brute strength in determination and will than any big old muscles.