Is there a respirator in your tool box?

Scott wearing a P100 respirator.

They’re hot, they’re sweaty, they make you sound like Darth Vader and they leave marks on your face when taken off, but after many years of stubbornness and/or vanity, I now always have some form of respirator handy when I’m working on a dusty project. But which one is the right one to have handy when you start your next project?

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The Antique Sewing Storage Table


When we moved into our home, I brought with me a storage table that belonged to my grandmother.

The original table, a little worse for wear
The original table, a little worse for wear

It was very well worn, but there was something about it I loved, whether it was that musty smell that comes with older objects, or the fact that I knew that beneath the table’s top lay potential hidden treasures.

Inside the table
Inside the table

My grandmother used to store her sewing and knitting supplies in there. Turns out that was its original purpose.

The inside storage compartment of the table
The inside storage compartment of the table

The table was hand built by my great grandfather back in 1912. It was a wedding gift for my great grandmother, a place for her to store her sewing supplies. Over one hundred years later, I decided it was time for it to be spruced up.

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The Crate Table



There’s something about garage sales that I always find exciting. Other people’s unwanted junk can often yield some pretty awesome treasures… not to mention deals.

Last year, a family friend was selling the house that I had remembered them living in forever. We decided to go to her garage sale to see if there was anything we wanted. We picked up a few underliners for plant pots, admired some furniture that we had no room for, and laughed at some of the things that people were scooping up. My eyes wandered over to a section where she was selling off garden tools. I headed straight over and hesitated for only a second before dumping all the tools and holding up the crate that they were sitting in to Scott.

“Cool crate!” he exclaimed. I agreed. It was stamped as originally containing metal files and coming from Winnipeg. I knew that the dad in this family, who had passed away when I was a child, was from there. Time spent with his family make up some of my happiest childhood memories, and I wanted a little piece of something that I could keep with me to remind me of that.

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