Our trusty old single haired brush has become a bristle-free stick. At least I got to go browse through an art store on the company dime. Although I must say, I’m not convinced that the poor guy at the counter understood exactly what I wanted. At least he wasn’t snotty about me buying paintbrushes just to cut the bristles off. And the new one seems to work reasonably well. Still, it is sad when a trusty old tool, even one as improvised as this, finally wears out.