Now Bunnings conjures up images of men trawling the aisles, old men, fat men, plumbers bum type men, blokey men. Is that the image you would see in your mind?
I must say, since being a renovators wife, Bunnings has become my husband's second home. He's always out of nails, staples, screws etc. I started to think he had a problem. He was down there so often. Like us women who have a shoe shop addiction or clothing addiction.
I ask him, "Honey, why can't you just buy all the stuff in bulk so you have it here?" I am told that in this "renovators" game, you don't necessarily know what you might need or how much of it you will need.
I have been there a few times to return things or buy his "stock". Today, I went there again to buy staples for the staple gun. With the shop assistant being rather busy, I read the information and followed my husbands orders best I could.
Of course I returned home and discovered, I bought the wrong ones. Another trip for him to Bunnings right?
My husband Craig, told me we had to go to Bunnings together last week to look at tapware. Great I thought. How boring. I'd much rather be looking at the washing pile.
Well, we got there with our little boy, an up coming Bunnings extremist, and you know what? I couldn't believe the furniture. The outdoor furniture section is fantastic now. I decided Billy needed another camping chair, a little kangaroo, since I couldn't get the outdoor furniture for the incomplete renovated house. I carried it around all over Bunnings until we got to the tapware, which was boring. I decided I better leave the camp chair as he did have another one and I was really just in a buying mood. We looked at internal doors, external doors, pretty good prices.
I then discovered some timber screens which would look great outside near the laundry. Speaking of laundry, I decided since I don't have a laundry or a laundry tub at the moment, I better swap the camp chair for a bucket to hand wash clothes in.
I saw some really great bedroom accessories in Bunnings too. Nice shelving for the girls bedrooms.
So, I may just become another Bunnings convert.
There is an absolutely gigantic one opening down the road from us shortly.
My husband is counting down the days and so I found out off some school mums, are their husbands. It really is a mans paradise. So, if your man is complaining he doesn't have any hobbies or friends, send him to Bunnings and he might make some "Blokey" friends or discover a new DIY workshop.