Today, I was fixing drawers whose faces had come off. One of them bore the marks of one of my previous fix-it attempts. These weren't heirlooms or antiques, so I relied on wood screws to do the job. It was a brute-force sort of fix-it.
Of the different types of fix-it projects, anything involving fixing holes in plaster ranks as my least favorite. It's a pain to deal with and I never get it to look quite right in the end. That these types of jobs often involve painting (which I absolutely hate) only makes them that much worse.
In a close second is anything to do with plumbing. I have gotten quite a bit better in this area, having replaced faucets, sinks, and toilets, but these projects usually involve the more swearing. You know, because swearing scares the parts into working properly.
One project I would like to tackle, but am a bit afraid to do, it to install ceiling fans in all of the bedrooms. I managed to install one in the dining room, but I had to go into the attic and replace the light fixture with something sturdy enough to hold the fan. Our attic is filled with the blown insulation. Even with the mask, and a not too hot day, it was a terribly uncomfortable experience.
The funniest thing about handyman jobs is that, while it takes me forever to get started on one, they usually don't take me that long. Today's drawer faces have been waiting for me since at least the beginning of this summer, but they only took me about half an hour to finish. I'd be a lot handier of a handyman if I would just start on the projects.