Rediscovering all the wonders of duct tape

Less than a week into the new year, and I’ve discovered a few things or been reminded of what I already knew.

That would include the wonders of duct tape.

You might be inclined to give up things because it’s a new year, and that might be fine and dandy, but my advice is to never try to live life without having duct tape in your arsenal of must-haves for repair projects.

Nine times out of 10 — make that 9.9 times out of 10 — when something breaks, you don’t need to hire a Mr. Fix-It — you need a good old reliable roll of duct tape on hand.

The great thing about duct tape is that it’s not only functional and versatile, it’s even pretty, too, since it no longer only comes in one color — grim gray. It’s out there in all sorts of hues and prints and patterns these days.

In our house, we have a long-standing love-hate relationship with our sweeper — probably way more hate than love, because it’s one of those appliances/devices that never does well what it’s supposed to do and then inevitably it’s broken and needs fixed or traded in for a newer model.

Who wants to shop for a sweeper and spend money on one?

On one of those occasions when I plugged in the cord leading to the sweeper and activated the “on” button, I could see 2020 wasn’t going to start off so hot.

I’d just plowed over a little pile of Italian bread crumbs and something else that produced more noise than I thought probably normal when I realized there was something foreign on the carpet other than dirt or lint.

There was this piece of something that had disconnected from the underside of the sweeper.

An oblong piece of plastic something or other.


Of course I tried to snap it back on and when that didn’t work, I tried to will it to reattach itself with neither approach proving fruitful.

That left me no other alternative than to whine to Better Half.

Boo hoo, I cried. Our sweeper is broken. How will we live — what will we do — how will we manage?

OK. A broken sweeper warrants a little emotional drama, especially during times of duress such as this, when you realize that your first big purchase of the new year could be a sweeper, a vacuum cleaner.

How very depressing to be a consumer under such circumstances.

But like Ford, Better Half had a better idea.

Off he went in search of something, returning with a roll of gray duct tape.

Circular, sticky victory.

In a matter of minutes, the broken sweeper was a taped-back-together sweeper, ready to roll over the next pile of Italian bread crumbs.

Duct tape is a wonder and for so many things. For the wife not handy with thread and needle, for example, it can remedy a husband’s torn flannel shirt, I have come to discover.

And it’s not too shabby when you’re wrapping gifts and flat out of Scotch tape.

Thanks for “sticking” around to the end of this column.

Happy New Year and here’s to many more profound discoveries this year.

(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted atjkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)


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