I have hung probably 30 chandeliers in my life...
And of all the electrical and plumbing work I do I despise this the worst. Today, I had to put up a new ceiling fixture in my foyer. It was very straightforward and the box from which to hang it I had already prepped in the late 80s when my mom lived in this house. So I had all my tools, all the equipment I needed, read the instructions understood exactly what I had to do.
After a couple tiny glitches involving different sizes of knurled nut to hold the assemblies to the ceiling and others to hold the framework which supports the glass, I had it all done. I was very proud of myself.
I put everything away including the ladder, And when I walked into the room I looked and saw that I had trapped one of the wires outside the assembly so I had to go back and get the ladder, climb up, undo both of the knurled nuts and carefully hold it so the whole fixture wouldn’t fall. Pushedthe wire back in with a key, pushed the whole assembly back up and tightened the nuts.
I’m so damned mad at myself for not checking all the way around and of course the one area that I did not look at carefully what turned out to be the offending area. Stupid. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬.
The reason this bothers me so much is this is exactly why things fail in life. Not the essentials but the Dumb stuff which is, as it turns out, is critical to success.
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to get a drafting cert. I used specs on the instructions to make a metal screw. I'm hear to tell you that not a single one of the measurements was correct. And yet, it is a screw, that I made 
Enjoy the leatherworking. My best friend gave me a leather vest with fringes that her Dad made for her when she was about 11 or 12. I treasure it
I feel like our parents expected us to do all of that and learn how by osmosis. But, by golly, we all picked up something, even if the result wasn't perfect
My husband did our auto repairs and I thought he liked it. When he was 42, something was wrong on the car, and I figured he'd fix it. He had come home after work and was sitting in his chair and said, "When do I ever get to stop doing car repair?" I said, "Any time you want. I always thought you liked it!" So, mostly, from then on, we took whatever car with a problem to the mechanic. He changed the 8 volt battery in the Prius, probably the last big job.
But I feel like that sometimes-when will someone else do this? Then I get irritated if my kids try to help.
"We're gonna arrest you, give you a fair trial and a first class hanging."
