The wooden gate at our allotment has seen better days. The wood is old and chipped and the paint faded a long time ago, so we gave the gate a new paint job this weekend. Steve found and brought home a can of free paint. The paint can claims that the contents are 'Venetian red.' I must tell you that I have been to Venice and I don't recall it being quite so, um, lurid as this paint. The free paint is really hot pink and it looks rather startling next to our neighbors' more subdued red and brown and blue fences.
I did some great work with that paint. It's oil-based and, consequently, seriously heavy duty. It coated my hands in a sticky paste that refused to wash off. Steve suggested I use the bristly kitchen brush to scrub it off my hands, and I suggested to him that I am a delicate flower with skin too sensitive for such a procedure. There was a bright pink trail through the flat, indicating everywhere I had been, though, so I did finally allow Steve to spray my hands with WD-40 and brush them with a used toothbrush. Gently.
When I get the camera back, I will post a picture of the gate in all its Barbie glory. Trust me, it's fabulous.
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