The terrace pink is bothering me. For a day I loved it. Then a slight gloss came out, in the sunshine. Yech. The pink is a popular one. It is the pink of Estorbo's ribbon, the pink of the lining of my coat, the pink of my Thai coobook. It's in every magazine, paired with orange, or lime. I need a deeper pink. More bloody, more like the first wall that I painted years ago.
Back to the paintshop.
And it needs to be ready by May 15th, when Constanza will grace the terrace with her fly-by- night presence.