
Also had saws on my mind. Mike gently dropped the bombshell that the long-awaited etching doodahs have arrived chez Wenzloff, and I've said all along that I'll buy a saw once it has the necessary bragging tag of a maker's mark. I mean what's the point of having a Wenzloff & Sons if no-one knows?
 So I was looking at the saw drool with rather more urgency this afternoon. And I have a problem that takes me back to when I was about seven years old. All those centuries ago I used to go with my friends to the sweet shop (candy store, 'Murricans) with 10 pence or so and spend hours deciding what careful assortment of penny sweets I was going to invest in. Would I blow a large proportion on one Sherbet Fountain? Or a selection of Fried Eggs, Flying Saucers and Fruit Salads? Decisions, decisions. I could never make them. The problem being, I didn't actually need any of them.Which is the problem now. I'm, ah, fairly well set for saws and there isn't actually a particular saw lacking from my amoury. Not that that's a barrier to getting another one, you understand. Need and Want are different things...
 Equally I don't have a particular favourite that I'd like to have a Wenzloff version of - all saws are alike to me. i.e. I love 'em all. 
 So how the heck do I choose what to ask Mike and his boys to make? I'm tempted to just chuck it at Mike and say "what d'you consider the saw that most says "Wenzloff & Sons" to you - without bankrupting me... ". Or maybe "what d'you fancy making?"Oh well, at long as the piggy bank doesn't get swine fever while I'm deciding...
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