These are my hammers.
Some were my grandfather's.
He swung that riveting hammer in the Newport News shipyard
after his return from the second world war.
Others are from the flea market.
I don't own a "real" hammer, much to the chagrin of some peers-
and quite frankly,
I've never cared.
I've always been big on sentimental value and keeping things
close to home. I rather like my tattered arsenal of tools.
What would a girl like me need with a fancy hammer, anyhow?
I don't forge much.
Oh, but then there was Andrea.
Andrea... and NC Black.
This company boasts handcrafted hammers and tools,
built not only in the USA but in my home state.
I leave tomorrow for good old Mayberry a la Andy Griffith,
where I'll be studying alongside the stellar Andrea Kennington
of NC Black, and learning the art of forging proper.
Southern roots and pride in handmade, quality products?
She and I, we can out-swing and out-sass the better part of this region, y'all.
It doesn't get much closer to home than that.
Out of the blue, the chapters have passed.
Out of the woodwork, supportive arms and fresh opportunity.
I'm finding open doors I never thought I'd have the chance to pass through,
and friendships waiting that I never saw for looking.
I feel as worn and as limited as my tools.
It won't be forever.
Change is coming.
as my most favorite fortune cookie once said,