I have waited several months to write this review, in order to make sure my emotions don't get the better of me. It's critical that I provide the review, however, so other AL customers don't get taken for a ride like I did. <br /> <br /> I had a baby on Sept 21, our first. During my pregnancy, my husband, father and I worked like dogs to redo the future baby's room. We gutted it, and rebuilt it from scratch. We were about 98% finished when the baby arrived, 10 days early, and hadn't finished painting the trim. We couldn't move the furniture into the room until the painting was finished, and with a brand new baby, we couldn't do the painting ourselves. I found Fine Painters on Angie's List, and Luis came over to meet with my husband and provide a quote. Frankly, I was surprised at how low it was ($300), but on the basis of so many good reviews, I decided to go ahead with using Fine. After my husband clarified the language in his first proposal, Luis increased the price to $440, which I still thought was a good deal. <br /> <br /> We thought the job would take less than one day. We were wrong! The painter, Marshall, showed up on Saturday morning, on time. He proceeded to the work space, and began working. The red flag went up when he asked us for blue painters tape. Why didn't he have his own??!? Marshall worked quietly until about 5 PM, when we had to leave the house, so we asked him to pack up for the day. What he had accomplished in 8 hours was: (1) NOT filling the holes/sanding the new trim as agreed, (2) using a ROLLER to prime the baseboards, closet and room doors, (3) getting dots of roller paint ALL OVER the hardwood floor. <br /> <br /> Having a one week old baby, and what I now know is a herniated disc, I didn't exactly run into the room to check out his work that day. The next day, Sunday, I did. I hit the roof. I couldn't believe how sloppy and disrespectful Marshall was. We busted our butts to make that room as nice as we could, and he ruined it completely. I called Luis, left a very direct message about my displeasure, and told him I wanted it fixed, by a different painter, right away. <br /> <br /> Luis called me back on Monday morning, and was very apologetic. He promised to show up himself to inspect the work and decide what to do next. When Luis arrived, he had Marshall with him. He left Marshall outside, saying Marshall was too "embarrassed" to come in. I showed Luis each part of the paint job that didn't meet my expectations (visible joints and nail holes in the trim, paint all over the hardwood floor (including in the hallway outside the room), fuzzies and other crap in the paint from a dirty roller. He was very understanding and said he'd explain to Marshall what I wanted, and that Marshall would fix it. I was skeptical, and Luis said that Marshall was an excellent painter. So I relented, which was a BIG mistake. <br /> <br /> Luis spent 30 minutes in the room with Marshall, then Luis left, and Marshall stayed until 6 PM. He put two top coats on *most* of the trim, and his work was equally messy as before. He was so slow at the job, that by the time that day was over, I just wanted him out of the house, realizing that I would NEVER be satisfied with the quality of work that Fine Painters would provide. So I paid him, and he left. <br /> <br /> Over the next few days, whenever I looked at the room, I got so ANGRY because they took brand new carpentry and made it look like old, painted over many times, CRAP. My beautiful baby's room was ruined by these jokers, and I couldn't use it until it was fixed. And I had to do the fixing. <br /> <br /> Three months later, the room still isn't done. It's taken at least 20 hours of work to try to undo the damage that Fine Painters has done, and to be in a position to begin painting the trim again myself. Going around the room, I noticed that Marshall didn't even paint the tops of the door and window trims. <br /> <br /> New moms with bad backs and this kind of work really don't mix. But Fine Painters taught me a lesson: if you want it done right you have to do it yourself.