Well, a roller-coaster ride for the Frieda Kahlo bathroom. Last night, after much uncertainty, Maria scrapped the previous orange color for a brighter and less “tacky” orange. Then she scrapped the plans for painting the walls red in favor of an aqua blue. Two good calls on her part. She was not happy with what she had done.

This morning, we rallied, rushing to the hardware store as it opened, getting a deeper and stronger and more yellowish/orange. Then we tried a dose of red and did not like it. I say “we” cautiously because so far, my role has been driving her to the hardware store, painting the door, and messing up my sweater, the floor and some newspaper.

I intend to keep my head on, I do a lot of nodding. I have no pretensions to being an artist, and the bathroom, as I keep telling Maria, is now a work of art. I can remember how grim and ratty it was when we moved in, she has worked miracles there and sweated a lot of blood. I won’t mess with success, not that I could if I wanted to.

It is hard for me to believe that she stripped the old wallpaper, put on primer painting the trim and bottom first coats,and has already put the first coat of blue on, it’s just Monday, she began this project Saturday, she says she’s going back to her studio tomorrow, we’ll see. She is a true obsessive, like Fate, her work project dog, I think we’re going to have a nice and bright and colorful bathroom to go to the bathroom in.