This is going to sound a little ranty, but here is a real conversation from the lumber aisle at Lowe’s today between a middle aged man and myself. We’re going to call him Douchey McGee:
*setting the scene: Girl in sundress and pixie haircut sorting through 1×6’s in the lumber aisle with a big blue metal cart. Man eyeballs her from 10 feet away*
DMG: Hey there, little lady, whatcha building, huh?
Killer b: I’m building a trundle coffee table.
DMG: Oh, yeah? You build it all yourself, do you? *condescending tone here*
Kb: Yeah, I sell them. This is the third one I’ll build this week.
DMG: What? Really? Wait a minute, you’re telling me you use a table saw and stuff?
Kb: *rolls eyes* Why would I use a table saw to make short straight cuts? I use my compound miter saw for that, and a jigsaw to notch out the handles.
DMG: *incredulous* So you use saws? What do you put it together with, a hammer and nails?! *chuckles*
Kb: No, I use my Kreg Jig to make pocket holes for the self-tapping square-head screws. It gives me a tighter join on the planking and a more solid construction. But I use finishing nails and my nail gun for the trim.
DMG: *somewhat believing me now* So what do you sell these things for? You making good money? *what a tacky question right?*
Kb: $150 each. And I have an order for two more next week. If you don’t mind, I’ve got a lot of lumber to get and a busy day of building ahead of me… *walks off*
Ugh! Seriously, he called me LITTLE LADY. I should have told him I also have a reciprocating saw and I know just where he can shove it. I know women aren’t a huge presence in the carpentry scene yet, but we’re still out there. And even if you need an extra hand from your husband now and then, it doesn’t mean you’re weak or helpless. I have a brain too, and it works just fine, thankyouverymuch. You don’t own the Lowe’s lumber aisle buddy. And while I appreciate the offers for help, lately it seems like I get at least 4 reps per trip asking me if I need help choosing my lumber and loading the cart. Even when I decline several times, they keep giving me the side eye, like they’re thinking, “Like this chick knows anything about wood…” Here’s what I built this week, all by my lonesome:
A surfboard kids table with two stools, waiting to be painted. I’d like to mention that it has splay legs from a double bevel construction that I cut with the miter saw. I figured that shizz out myself, DMG. I’m going to donate it to a charity auction for Boxer Rescue in Austin, here’s hoping it saves some pups!
A trundle coffee table for Nurse Friend Sam (should I just call her Sam now? Can I lose the prefix?) She needed a better toy storage solution and knew just who to call. I didn’t get a chance to snap a finished pic, but I stained it a really pretty walnut color and added button plugs to the top. It’s snazzy. I also finished a new console plan from Ana that needs to be painted and photographed here soon. And then the hubs tag teamed with me to finish a table for Nurse Friend Pam (separate from Sam! ) that I need to deliver next week. Anyway, you guys aren’t the ones I need to justify anything to. I just get so frustrated when men look at me like I’m nuts because I use a saw. Maybe if I wore a bikini while I built they wouldn’t have any problems? Whatever. I’ve become buddies with the nice woman at the lumber checkout who gets a kick out of asking me what I’m building this time. And she always smiles at Charlie and asks about her when I’m alone. That makes up for all the Douchey McGees crowding the “man section”!