I have officially been in my new place in the Upper West Side for a month, and since the first day I have been wanting to paint the walls of the apartment. Those who know me, are fully aware of my “sometimes” impulsive personality. This impulse usually lends itself to things like buying an expensive jar of olives with anchovies despite never actually trying them; but feeling guilty because the store clerk gave me a whole lesson on the process of sticking it in the olive.

So where is this impulse when I need it most? By now my walls should have been painted “artichoke” or “roasted squash”, but nope, not at all. I’m over analyzing and scrutinizing the idea of painting, I also suck at anything remotely creative (that includes manual labor) so this being a DIY job scares me as well.

Ugh, I need some olives