I've just spent the last hour or so painting a "Gallery Open" sign for my office. A fun project if it weren't for the fact that it involves the color baby pink. I had free reign to do whatever I wanted with the sign... as long as it involved the specific teal and pink that adores our main sign. Besides being a rather special 80s color combination, it includes that special shade of pink that should be reserved for little girls, pigs and delicate flowers. Give me fuschia or magenta or hot pink, but I'm begging you: do not make me hold a brush full of baby pink paint in between these trembling artistic fingers. It is things like this that drive a man to drink.
| April 18, 2005 05:45pm | 
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