Many, many moons ago I took on my first real painting job. I was re-painting a bedroom in Heather's and my first house in Cleveland in order to transform it into the nursery for Ian. I had painted before while working in college for the Wheaton Park District, and I vaguely recall doing some painting for my dad at his townhouse in Winfield. But this nursery project was my first painting job on my own without adult supervision and direction.
I bought the requisite brushes and rollers, paint trays and drop clothes. It’s been a long time but I’m sure I picked up a few rolls of painters tape or masking tape. I also bought an edging pad for doing a nice line where the wall meets the ceiling. I had never used one, but had always seen that sort of paint applicator in amongst my parents’ painting supplies so I assumed it was something I needed.
With all my supplies and tools assembled, I went about painting the room. Ultimately it wasn’t my best home project, but in the process I learned a lot about how to successfully repaint a room. Since then I think my redecoration projects have gone much more smoothly and with better results.
One of the key lessons I walked out of that first project with was that I would never – ever – use a edging pad again to cut in along the wall/ceiling line. I had been completely disgusted with how that portion of the wall had turned out. Starting with the next painting project, and with all subsequent projects, I taught myself to get creative with tape on the ceiling and a steady hand with a two-inch brush to cut my wall/ceiling line. It wasn’t perfect, but I liked the results a lot better than what I ended up with in the nursery.
Flash forward to about a year ago. I can’t help but notice the smooth, crisp, wall/ceiling paint lines in the rooms my dad has recently redecorated in his townhome. I enquire with him about his technique – assuming to hear about some magical tape or specialized brush.
Nope. He used an edging pad. The same type of painting pad that I had sworn off years ago.
I grumbled in disgust as I begin to reconsider the oaths of hatred I had pledged to the edging pad back in the spring of 1999.

Then this past weekend I was scheduled to tackle the task of re-painting the bedroom that Emma and Zoe share. They requested a “rainbow room”, which Heather and the girls have agreed will be four different colors – one color for each wall. So not only would I be faced with painting a clean line between ceiling and wall, but I would need to get a clean line where two walls meet.
I knew that taping and hand-brushing would never result in the painted line that I wanted, so based on seeing what my father had been able to do in his own house, I caved in and bought the
Ace Supreme Trimline Edger.
Painting the ceiling was easier and smoother than I had experienced in the past and priming the four walls went faster than any paint job I can recall, but the revelation of what I had been missing the past years dawned on me when I started in with the first color.
A smooth line, a thick coat of paint evening applied; it was heaven.
I think it cut my painting time, per wall, nearly in half. It was amazing. No more taping ceilings, no more up and down the ladder with a brush, and not more scraggily lines where the wall and ceiling meet. I don’t know what went wrong back in Ian’s nursery. Was it the paint? My technique? The inconsistencies of walls in a house built in 1945? Who knows? But I know I can work the edger great in my house now, and don’t plan to give it up.
I am so mad that I missed out on using this tool all these years.
And yes, I did just write a blog entry on the joys of using a paint edger. And you read it.