
Field Stash
The Modern Painter's Notepad
I never planned to build software. I planned to paint houses, send clean proposals, and get home at a reasonable hour. Then the phone started deciding how my days went.
That Tuesday you just read? Nobody wrote it for this page. The sheen text answered from memory, the call that rang out while I was up a ladder, the timesheets living in a group text. I ran years of that Tuesday.
You know the estimate that never left the truck. I walked the house, measured every room, penciled the whole thing on a clipboard. Then the day happened. By the time I sat down to type it up, the homeowner had signed with the company that got a proposal back the same evening. The job was mine to lose, and I lost it to paperwork.
And you know the April meeting. My accountant could tell me whether the year made money. Which jobs lost it? Nobody could say, months after the last coat dried. That number was never written down anywhere.
I went looking for software and did not find my company in any of it. Priced per seat, so the crew leads never get logins. An AI receptionist, sure, as a paid add-on. Nothing that knew what drive time does to an estimate day, or that a work order is useless if it does not say which white goes where.
So I built the thing I needed and ran my own company on it. Every feature in Field Stash exists because a real week at a real painting company demanded it. If something did not survive the field, it did not stay in the product. That is the whole pitch.
Michael HinesOwner, Michael Hines Painting · Builder of Field Stash