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images from the annual Australian Flexible Learning Framework eLearning09 conference held in Sydney 7-8 Dec 2009
An old outboard motor fuel tank turned into a toolbox. Tank was cut open and the baffle cut out. A block off plate was made to cover the opening for the fuel draw, and a more attractive gas cap was modified to fit.
Today I finished the work I started yesterday on paperwork.We took a lot of things down to the basement too.Very handy having it there. Lucy 's had some pallets deliverd so that she can store some things down there from her mum's.I had a lovely long talk with Susan today,alwasy great to catch up with her news. She loved her Christmas and Birthday gifts. I had a llong talk with Sandra and Jackie too. Jackie loves her Elvis illustration. I know she would!
We booked our flight for Spain. April 15th ,dad's birthday we fly out.Really looking forward to being in Castlenel and Castalla again and Sandra's visit, and maybe Lara and maybe J&E&A and new baby. Our electrics have been shakey the last few months, we had to contact Albi to see what the problem is.
My father-in-law's toolbox. We replaced the deck stairs today! Now maybe people won't fall through them and break their necks.
Vintage toolbox chalkboard paint DIY. Step by step instructions on my blog: www.thriftcore.com/2012/01/chalkboard-toolbox-diy-for-you...
A small part of Davie's socket set at work.
All the technicians in the workshop have an incredible amount of tools in their toolboxes. The boxes are huge as well, and every one of them is spotless.
The pride and care shown by the lads in the workshop is mirrored in the way they look after their "tools of the trade"
I am behind on submitting this one, and I have a list of good excuses but the reality is that this beat up old box just sends me for a loop each time I pull it out.
This is my fathers toolbox. The one he pulled out every time my bike seat needed raising, or the teeny tiny screw of my glasses feel out. It's the one his father gave to him when he was old enough to be mending his own bike and glasses.
When my dad died, the tools had to go. I couldn't fly home a 50 pound box of saws and hammers and it wasn't really the tools that held the memories for me.
Inside now is 63 years worth of photos, and baby teeth, of handmade father's day cards and ribbons for being the World's Greatest Grandpa. It contains his wallet, his rings, the remains of his cologne bottle and the last pair of driving gloves that still curl to the shape of his fingers.
When I open it, it's a multisensory reminder of my father.
It's my most treasured thing.