What Happened to Pink Week?
Well, this year's Pink Week Celebration ended rather disappointingly, to be honest with you.
This photo documents the anti-climactic culmination of Pink Week. A caravan of us Pink Week celebrators made the pilgrimage to the Pink Ladies Thrift Shop in Exeter on the High Saturday of Pink Week, to visit this exciting tribute to Pink. Though our hopes were high, the festive spirit dwindled rapidly when the first pilgrim (pictured here) approached the door and read the sign aloud: Open Mondays and Thursdays Only. We grieved this error but we feel certain that the owners of "Pink Ladies" will not make this mistake again next year.
This photo documents the anti-climactic culmination of Pink Week. A caravan of us Pink Week celebrators made the pilgrimage to the Pink Ladies Thrift Shop in Exeter on the High Saturday of Pink Week, to visit this exciting tribute to Pink. Though our hopes were high, the festive spirit dwindled rapidly when the first pilgrim (pictured here) approached the door and read the sign aloud: Open Mondays and Thursdays Only. We grieved this error but we feel certain that the owners of "Pink Ladies" will not make this mistake again next year.
posted by caedmonstia at sábado, fevereiro 12, 2005
4 Comments:
I notice that a green backpack and a green bench supply a nice transition to what I am sure will be green week.
I think I will stick with black for awhile. Black, for me, is the color equivalent of cello music. I think Pink is the singing saw. Green is somewhere in between, and so may be a possibility in the future.
What color is accordion music?
I'm thinking sort of a bright maroon with spots.
Possibly. Or maybe a mustard-colored tweed. If that exists.
I remember once, when I was little, coming back to my elementary school to start a new school-year, only to find that the doors to the rooms, which had always been blue, were now the color of baby poop. Or maybe dijon mustard. I was un-nerved, as I had always thought of blue as a respectable and seemly color and the dijon-baby-poop doors did not seem nearly as conducive to harmonious education. If I had had an accordion at the time, my guess is I would have sat down to play it for awhile.
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