I was just about to grab a saw and hack off the ten feet long handles on my paint brushes when what to my wondering eyes should appear when I went to pick up some more woods stain? This lil bug. Gasp. Grab. So stubby cute. I gave it a test run and voila, it's genius. Five dollars worth of gold in bristles. Fits right into my palm and flows wonderfully. It seriously makes me say 'where have you been all my life?'' and really want to know. How have I managed without this. Oh, I remember, scraping the paint off where I just finished when the handle of the regular size swipes it as I shift around small areas. Bash bash bash. Then I sand a bit and dab new paint on the scraped area. Well those days are happily history. And it has a little hole in the nub of a handle so I can dangle it from a pearl chain around my neck. Since I am constantly losing where I put my brush three seconds after I put it down.
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