In my Liv and Di in Dixie series, Liv’s husband is always at work on never-ending renovations to their Victorian home. Larry Joe insists on being a do-it-yourselfer despite being not-so-handy.
Since the first book came out, a number of friends and acquaintances have asked if Larry Joe is based on my husband, and is he really that hopeless with repairs. No and yes. Hubs truly is not handy with most handyman jobs around the house. But unlike Larry Joe, he knows it, and wisely seeks out professionals to do the job – something Larry Joe is loathe to do.
This week, a friend hit closer to the truth when she asked if I’d ever actually knocked a hole in the ceiling and tried to hide it from my spouse. (SPOILER: something like this may have happened in Death Crashes the Party). No, I’ve never cut a hole in the ceiling. But my husband still teases me about knocking a big hole in the wall when I used his boot in lieu of a hammer to drive a nail. And I didn’t exactly try to hide it from him. But, the framed print I hung on the wall – when I finally managed to position a nail above the hole – thankfully covered the less than subtle opening in the wall. And since I may have accidentally forgotten to mention it, hubs didn’t see it until we were packing up to move. I’d like to be able to say that was the only time I ever knocked a hole in a wall, or a door, but that wouldn’t be completely honest.
My husband may beg to differ, but I’d say all my D.I.Y. fails around the house have been minor. A hole here and there. A shelf that may not have been precisely level. Some wood refinishing and paint touch-ups that were less than a perfect match. A very small fire. Just that ONCE.
Being a very patient man, my husband has rarely complained about these kinds of mishaps. In fact, he usually applauds my efforts, flawed as they may be. But he did finally take away my hot glue gun after I got what appeared to be second-degree burns on my hand. And that had happened more than once. If you’re in the market for one and I can ever find where he hid it, you may see a listing for a like-new glue gun on eBay.
So, actually one could posit that Liv’s unhandy husband’s character is based on me. But like Larry Joe, I’d be loathe to admit it.
(NOTE: If my landlord happens to be reading this, none of the mishaps mentioned above happened in my current residence. Honest).
So readers, have you had any do-it-yourself triumphs or disasters? Please share in comments below.