A woman in the painting class had a beautiful pink, a happy bright cheery pink. Classmates were referring to it as "Barbie Pink." Having always been bad at Barbie (I wrote about it here), I was very happy to learn it had a different name, "Opera Pink", and asked for it for my birthday.
K. thinks I make very dull wish lists, "Paint, and a pen?" (There were earphones on there, too.) It's because I hate shopping. I can happily wander in a art, book or yarn shop, but it's like pulling teeth to get myself there. (I also dislike driving.) When it comes to shopping for anything else, especially clothes, that's another story. I'd rather go to the dentist. (Probably another reason I was so bad at Barbie.)
Anyhow, I had a lovely time messing around with the new pink yesterday. The orange and green stripes are a little strong. It was a relaxing and rosy piece of time anyway.