I sympathize with that. I'm a messy painter. I primed the handrail out in front of our house today, and despite my best efforts, got a few dribbles on my nice shorts. Now, my not-quite-as-nice shorts. *Sigh*
The only way I know to keep from getting paint on my work clothes would be to paint without any pants on. And I don't think I can do that in the front yard on Tapp Road, even with one end blocked off by the busy little beavers working on the I-69 overpass. Oh, well. Consider the smears battle scars.
"And remember, if the ladies don't find ya handsome, make sure they find ya handy."
-- Red Green