I’ve been called many things, but today my husband said I was “low maintenance.” I’m not sure whether to be insulted or pleased.

You see, yesterday he came home with a present, something I’d been wanting for a long time. It’s a Dremel, my very first power tool. If you are uneducated, as I am, in the field of powers tools normally relegated to the garage, you’ll need to know that this is a hand operated rotary tool with all sorts of attachments. It will polish, grind, sand and do about anything that goes round and round. The great thing is that it’s my size and fits my smallish hand.

This afternoon, I used it to grind the rough edges and polish a piece that goes out tomorrow. It’s a new neckwire with removable/interchangable charms. It fastens with leather in the back. While the customer may not see a big difference, I do and feel better about my finishing work. I’m thinking that my new Dremel is my friend and I should say thank you, dear.

But what about my husband? Is “low maintenance” a good or a bad thing? I’m going to have to sleep on that one.