Why is it that some of the simplest chores are often the ones that are the biggest hassle?
If it’s a hassle, you end up putting it off or not doing it at all, am I right?
I have to admit that touching up paint was one of those chores.
Before I began repainting our home, the only way to touch up the paint in our house was to haul out a huge 5-gallon drum of paint left by the builder, summon my husband for help opening the can, use a long “egg beater-type” attachment to a drill so I could completely mix the separated paint and then finally touch up a spot or two.
When I painted over the builder paint, I was left with gallon and quart cans that didn’t require my husband’s help but there was still the hassle of cleaning the brush, the storage space dilemma and often discovering that the paint inside the can was dried up or unusable.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago when I received 3 cans of the “My Paint Saint.”