So this past weekend in an effort to be a responsible human I vowed NOT to start any new projects! I was only allowed to FINISH the ones I had already started!!! I even went so far as to go downstairs to the hardware store we live above and bat my eyelashes and perform my best method damsel in distress routine that would have made Lee Strasburg himself give me an Academy Award, all so I could borrow the 6′ ladder for the weekend. Ok, actually they’re really nice and they let me borrow their ladder whenever I want and give me minimal grief for being a small helpless lady, but I just hate asking for help. Believe me, I would own a ladder if I had anywhere to put it once I was done painting the ceiling.
Ah yes, painting the ceiling. The whole reason for this discussion. You see, when I painted my room back in January it was too cold to put on my Oscar-winning performance to borrow the afore mentioned ladder. I painted my entire room with its 10′ ceilings precariously balanced on tiptoe atop a 30″ bar stool…. I’m 5’3… Oh, and I couldn’t tape the ceiling because I’m too short to reach, and I needed the extra six inches of paintbrush to reach the edge. Sigh.
Anyway, while not entirely awful (surprisingly) my edging left a lot to be desired and I’ve been meaning to go back up there and touch it up for oh what, three months now? Insert Sunday’s productivity whirl-wind, and there I am moving everything out of my room while waiting for the stain to dry on the street table, swinging on a 6′ ladder miraculously gripping a gallon of paint with my raptor hand and simultaneously balancing a precariously perched paintbrush on the rim. I can only thank the god of Getting Sh*t Done! that I didn’t wind up with Benjamin Moore Owl Gray all over my bedding, floor, and person.
Then OF COURSE in true difficult project fashion, after struggling through this less than fun task, I’m relaxing on the couch rewarding myself with a solid interwebs browsing session and what do I come across?!?!?!
Unbelievable, I couldn’t have dreamed it up better myself. I neeeeeeed this. Correction: I need like 7 of these. Because two or three will invariably get lost in the cabinet of death, so I will of course need to stash one in every drawer in the house for immediate access. Aaaaand at just $3.75 a pop (or $3.35 per, if you buy 3 or more like me) it’s totally affordable to do so!
Now I can finally stop resting my paint brush in entirely inappropriate places and tempting the paint gods and the animal-knocker-over gods!!!! My life is complete! I actually feel more whole and centered knowing that the next time I paint, I won’t be setting down my brush and then inadvertently tracking said paint drippage all over the house. This will in turn save me minutes upon minutes of clean up time, so I can more quickly get back to the 2 B’s… Browsing & Blogging. I’m so happy there’s actually little tears of joy in my eyeballs. Click here, to order yours today! Happy painting!
P.S. after you order your magnetic paintbrush holder, go to the bathroom, then immediately head over to Hyperbole and a Half and treat yourself to a good belly laugh session. Cuz that Allie Brosh is so funny you could definitely pee your pants if you hadn’t already gone to the potty like I recommended!