large or small, front, center, back i am the heart of homes to use me well, you must have a knack for making things beneath cloche domes hub of activity loving festivities partake of my wares and grow

Some use me and others dont but I’m good for pounding

When raindrops dance, I stand guard forever, Shielding you from wind and weather. With a gentle twist, my arms open wide, A portable roof, where dry you abide.

Fashioned from once-living skin, I exist only through you. I have a lying tongue and a blind eye. I remember paths in dirt, forget them in rain. Useless alone, directional in pairs. I protect, carry, and end every journey before rest.

Don't let the handle fool you Or the ugly faces too It's what's inside this that matters The ladies might have two.