Frazee Paint

As always Frazee is a reliable quick and fairly priced I get treated like family their always get good prices good quality and good service I defiantly recommend this location to everyone better than lowes or Home Depot or ace !!

No joking, this is The Frazee Paint Comedy Club. Hysterical and jovial staff with great energy. A special shout out to the host of the day, Jeff Pennill. They all turned my attitude around the moment I stepped inside.
Why wouldn’t anybody and everybody use a paint that Home Depot carries? The Frazee brand is proprietary, only can be purchased at a Frazee store, and they carry, basically, paint and related supplies — not tools, or moving boxes, or the plethora of other things you can get at a full hardware store.
When I was forced to buy the same brand of paint that was used (and dictated) by the owner of the building, seriously, this what I had to pile onto my already busy schedule and go to the closest location out of my way? Just another trip, drive, time wasted, during the moving-​in process. To boot, Frazee stores have limited hours, closed Sundays, and just a scattered few locations.
But Jeff and staff were super friendly. They insisted on ensuring if I needed anything else with my purchase. Normally, this upsell is annoying, but not here. Hysterical funny stuff, made me laugh so much, and I ended up buying a handful of very helpful items that I actually needed… but hadn’t looked around enough with my tunnel-​vision purchase of 1 can of paint.
I left with a smile, the can, and when I started to touch-​up paint my new place… I realized it’s a quality product, too.

I have the sniffles and stayed home today from work in an effort to curb them so they don’t into a full-​blown head cold. With that said, I’m also a Virgo… and we are by nature, organized and anal. lol So I woke up at, ahem, 12:15 this afternoon (thanks Sudafed PM for giving my 11.75 hours of sleep and curse you for not curing my sniffles) and found that my dining room was still only one quarter painted.
So I thought, hell, I’ll throw on my «I’m a Fuckin Genius» shirt, my paint-​stained jammie pants, and stick my hair up on my head courtesy of my army green scrunchie… and get to work on completing my masterpiece of four, lovely painted walls. Might as well get SOMEthing done while stuck at home.
Yeah, not so much. About half-​way through wall #1 I found that my «edge trimmer» painty gadget was in fact, not creating a straight line due to overzealous use. lol «Indian River» was slowly and methodically beginning to bleed onto my now, unhappy, art-​deco molding. DAMN!!! So down I came from the latter, tossed on some Crocs (you know, to really complete my Britney Spears look) and out the door I went to garner a new supply of edge trimmer refills.
I recalled that Frazee Paint was on the corner, not to far from my pad, and decided to give them a try… being as they were so close and I was dressed so, well, you know.
I pulled up… actually, I drove in the wrong entrance… going in the wrong direction. lol So I was forced to kind of back up into a space like I’d planned it all along. Sneaky me. FYI… the «In» arrow is on the driveway closest to La Cienega so y’all don’t make the same, stupid mistake.
The interior of the store is large, clean, and well-organized…I give them that… which made it rather simple for me to find the roller, edge trimmer, refill section. TA DA!!! Yeah, again, not so much. While Frazee DOES have a colossal selection of paint, they seem to lack in trimming tools. Nope, not ONE of those damn little $ 3 plastic doo-​hickies with the wheels on the side to prevent paint from hitting my trim. Grrrr.
I thought to my self, self, perhaps you just aren’t seeing the aforementioned trim tool… ok, I didn’t say aforementioned to myself, it was a tad more profane than that. lol So I sought out someone to assist me with my plight. This is where Frazee loses another point… ONE GUY. Yes… ONE…in a store the size of, well I don’t know what size exactly, but big enough to beg for at least three helpers. It would be like going into a cell phone store and seeing ONE employee. Ick. So not cool, especially to a «fuckin genius» with sniffles. And that one guy was apparently helping a gaggle of women there to pick out shade of blue for a baby’s room. Gag me. A gaggle.
So alas, I had to leave Frazee with no tool in hand to complete my Virgo-​ian task at home. But don’t fret… I drove my little congested butt (head was congested, butt was fine. I promise) to a certain larger home store where I did indeed find my edge trimmer… and my dining room is now clad in «Indian River» & «Buckhorn.»
At least one of us is now well dressed. lol