Painted right, by a family that stays until it’s done

“Nine rooms in six days, and I never once had to ask where anyone was. Cole walked every wall with me at the end with a flashlight and a roll of blue tape. The lines at the ceiling are razor sharp and my house smells like nothing, which is how I knew it was done right.”

“We got four quotes. Hartwell was not the cheapest and not the most expensive, but they were the only ones who scraped a test section and showed us what was under the old paint. Wyatt’s crew was on and off our two-story in a week, and they covered every shrub.”

“I was ready to rip out my kitchen. Luis and Beth sprayed the cabinets in a clean room set up in my garage, and they came back looking like brand-new shaker doors. Two months later, nothing has chipped, and I have two kids and a dog.”

“Our old redwood deck was gray and splintery. They washed it, sanded it, stained it and sealed it in three days. It looks better than the day it was built, and Wyatt told me exactly when to re-seal it. I put the date on my calendar.”

“I’d bought eleven sample pots and hated all of them. Beth came for ninety minutes, looked at the light in my north-facing living room at three different times of day, and picked two colors. I haven’t second-guessed it once.”

“We’re landlords with six units, and a painter who answers the phone and finishes on the day they say is worth gold. Hartwell turns a two-bedroom in three days, and the receipts go straight to my bookkeeper.”