Category: Tools

I once learned the hard way that safety goggles aren’t just a fashion statement. Picture this: late night, dim light, and me, the unwitting genius, thought I could skip the…

I remember the first time I got a little too friendly with a power drill. Thought I was invincible, until the bit skipped off the mark and shredded my favorite…

I’ll tell you a little secret about pegboards: mine started as a desperate attempt to wrangle the chaos of my garage. Picture this—tools scattered like confetti at a mechanic’s wedding,…

I remember the first time I tried to organize my garage. I stood there, staring at the mess like it was a puzzle missing half its pieces. Tools scattered like…

I once spent a solid hour swearing at an empty space where my 10mm socket should’ve been. I was elbows deep in grease, the project deadline looming like a storm…

I remember the first time I tried to sharpen a chisel. I was seventeen and stubborn, armed with confidence and zero idea of what I was doing. I thought I…

I used to think the only thing more pointless than cleaning my tools was trying to explain to my old hound why chewing on my boots wasn’t a good idea.…

I’ve had my fair share of battles with inanimate objects, but nothing quite compares to the epic saga of Tara versus the caulking gun. Picture this: it’s a sweltering summer…

I remember the first time I tried laying tile. I thought, “How hard can it be?” Armed with nothing but a vague notion of what I was doing and a…

I remember the first time I tried to cut drywall. It was a disaster that would have made a demolition derby look like a ballet. There I was, standing in…