If I Could Marry A Power Tool
In my family, when it comes to any DIY project, I am the low man on the totem pole.
I grew up amongst a legion of carpentry experts, and when I was a kid I got stuck with the grunt work: sanding, removing shingles, stripping paint, staining and, my personal favorite, cleaning up the mess.
As a new homeowner, I bought myself a gift. One I've been fawning over ever since it debuted. The Dremel Multi-Max is, as they say on the mean streets of Sheetrock Village, legit.
I inherited a deck that had no balusters and 4’ gaps between the posts as well as porch stairs that were missing a railing even with a 1’ gap between the stairs and the house. Who designed these things? Even if it were forty years ago, no town’s building code was lacking that much foresight.
On top of that, I had a hole in my wall that needed patching. Quick sidebar: Home Depot is set up for us idiots who crash into and break dry wall. Need a 2x2’ square? Yeah, we’ve got that, you big dummy. At any rate, with the Multi-Max, cutting dry wall was as easy as can be.
In order to make the railing fit, a small cut had to be made on the lower stair. For those of you who are lazy, the blade for the dry wall is the same as for wood. No accessory swap required.
Now it was time for sanding. The Multi-Max has a Velcro based sanding pad. It sounds ridiculous, but everything held and I was able to cut my sanding time in half. Due to the Siberian-esque Camp of Laborious Carpentry I grew up in, sanding is my least favorite task. This was about when I decided the Multi-Max and I should consider looking for new drapes. I was that smitten.
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