Having painted every room in pretty much every apartment I've lived in, I fancy myself quite handy with a paintbrush. Yet ask me to paint stripes on a wall and watch all the blood drain out of my face. All of that measuring, taping, prepping, painting, drying, and painting again is enough to make this girl throw in the roller. It's like taking all of the mundane aspects of the job and multiplying them by two (or more, depending on the number of colors in your stripes). Read more. . .