No, it's not a chat-up line, honest.
For all our 16-year marriage she has known me as something of a geek - I've written about and played around with technology of all sorts both for business and pleasure.
But this last year has seen my interests take a dramatic turn - call it a mid-life crisis, if you like, sans medallions, flashy sports car and dim blondes - and I'm now pouring all my energy into angling, bushcraft and traditional crafts.
She's a tolerant old bird, though, Mrs Red Devil and smiles sweetly and nods in all the right places when I'm rambling on about lures and line, knives and awls and stuff.
But occasionally, her mask drops.
I was showing her a tin I'd polished up with some steel wool - it was originally an M&S peppermint tin and was painted green, but I thought it would look nice all naked and polished and would serve as a useful field tin for ... y'know, useful stuff.
"It's still a tin... why didn't you leave it like it was and save yourself the trouble?"
"Yeah... but now it's shiny, it doubles as a signalling mirror."
"Why do you need a signalling mirror in the suburbs?"
"Err...well...hmmm...y'know..."
Then, I showed her my first piece of leatherwork, a pouch with a nice braided and beaded leather drawstring.
"It's nice, you've done a good job, but what's it for?"
"For keeping my leatherworking tools and thread and beeswax in."
"So, you bought some leatherwork tools to make a pouch to keep your leatherwork tools in?"
"Er..well...hmmm...y'now...yeah...kinda"
"Hmmm"
See?
My wife just doesn't understand me.
For all our 16-year marriage she has known me as something of a geek - I've written about and played around with technology of all sorts both for business and pleasure.
But this last year has seen my interests take a dramatic turn - call it a mid-life crisis, if you like, sans medallions, flashy sports car and dim blondes - and I'm now pouring all my energy into angling, bushcraft and traditional crafts.
She's a tolerant old bird, though, Mrs Red Devil and smiles sweetly and nods in all the right places when I'm rambling on about lures and line, knives and awls and stuff.
But occasionally, her mask drops.
I was showing her a tin I'd polished up with some steel wool - it was originally an M&S peppermint tin and was painted green, but I thought it would look nice all naked and polished and would serve as a useful field tin for ... y'know, useful stuff.
"It's still a tin... why didn't you leave it like it was and save yourself the trouble?"
"Yeah... but now it's shiny, it doubles as a signalling mirror."
"Why do you need a signalling mirror in the suburbs?"
"Err...well...hmmm...y'know..."
Then, I showed her my first piece of leatherwork, a pouch with a nice braided and beaded leather drawstring.
"It's nice, you've done a good job, but what's it for?"
"For keeping my leatherworking tools and thread and beeswax in."
"So, you bought some leatherwork tools to make a pouch to keep your leatherwork tools in?"
"Er..well...hmmm...y'now...yeah...kinda"
"Hmmm"
See?
My wife just doesn't understand me.