I also grew up in a PINK house.
On a street with white and grey houses. Ours was in the middle of the street too.
When the moon was full and the sky was clear it glowed.
Couldn’t miss it.
“Where do you live?”
“The PINK house”
“Oh, okay, I know where that is”
Then came a day when we waved buh-bye to the pink shingles. The house was stuccoed. But the trim? Painfully bright red. Not a dark red. Not a soft red. It was stop sign glare red.
And now? My house is (thankfully) white aluminum siding. No painting there.
Maybe it’s the house that MTV gave away in the 80’s. Remember John Cougar saying “Paint the mothah pink!” for about 6 months before the contest was over?
Hey, there’s this house in the area that is deep purple, with a turquoise door, and screaming yellow zonkers yellow curtians in the big front picture window. It it is truly ugly.
That’s the problem… I and the other guy (who I get along with) couldn’t find anyone to replace him, and the two guys who were moving into the house and needed a third were my only option.
Hardly. I’m as secure as they come. It isn’t really a problem that the house is pink; it’s just ugly, and I’m not thrilled about the rest of the house either.
The house has been pink since it was built. I think it’s done fading