Category: Tools

I’ll never forget the day I stood in the middle of a hardware store aisle, tape measure dangling from my hand like some foreign appendage, while an older gentleman watched…

I remember the day I tried to hang a picture of my granddaddy on the living room wall. Figured it’d be a simple job, like tightening a bolt on the…

There I was, knee-deep in engine parts, cursing under my breath at a bolt that wouldn’t budge. I had the wrong pliers for the job—again. You’d think after years in…

I remember the first time I climbed up onto a roof with nothing but a pencil and a prayer. I was greener than a spring leaf, convinced I could eyeball…

I remember the time I tried to hang a picture of my old dog, Rusty, using a hammer that looked like it was meant for a giant. I swung it…

Ever found yourself elbow-deep in grease, staring at a socket wrench set like it’s a cryptic crossword puzzle? Yeah, me too. I once spent a whole Saturday afternoon trying to…

I’ve spent more time than I care to admit digging through my toolbox like a raccoon in a trash can, wondering why I own so many screwdrivers. It’s like a…

Ever had one of those days where you think you know what you’re doing, only to find out you’re as clueless as a chicken trying to read a blueprint? That…

I remember the first time I grabbed a cordless drill. Felt like I was holding freedom in my hand. No cords, no searching for outlets, just me and the tool,…

I once found myself elbow-deep in the bowels of a kitchen renovation that seemed to have a personal vendetta against me. There I was, staring at a stubborn piece of…