remember three years ago when i decided that it would be really cool to paint each room in my apartment a different, extremely bright color? probably not... but i did. and it has been mildly worth it, if only for fulfilling my dream of having a red door and being able to write silly messages on the chalkboard paint in the bathroom. this week i am working on painting over it all with the plainest old white you ever saw. it's so sad and it bores me to death, but it will all be worth it in the fall when i get to explore a new neighborhood and make my mark on a new kitchen.