I like a lot of colors and I like things that shimmer and shine. I love red and turquoise, neons and soft, muted beachy shades. I also love when I see a rainbow of colors gathered together (the 5 year old in me just skips about in glee when that happens), and I love black and I love white for their supporting roles of contrast and structure. Color moves me, textures thrill me, and I’m compelled to fill my world with any of it, all of it. But can you imagine what a nightmare I am to buy for?
But there is a truthiest truth deep down in all of us…you know the kind, like when you have to answer a question IMMEDIATELY with whatever comes to mind first because that’s supposed to represent what you really think or feel? Well, that’s what pink is for me. It’s what and how I think and feel. I mean, if you can think and feel in a color. Which I’m pretty sure you can because I do it all the time.
Pink lipstick far outnumbers all the other colors in my stash. Nailpolish? Same. Every lipgloss I own…yep, pink. I don’t wear a lot of pink clothing anymore but when I’m looking at stuff in windows and magazines, that’s what my eye is drawn to. If I could have a hot pink couch? Totally would. It’s not just baby pink, it’s every pink. Pink, pink, pink, pink. My sister asked me not so long ago, “What’s up with the pink fascination?” (Ok so I don’t remember exactly what she said but it was pretty much that.) And I was all, “ARE YOU NEW HERE?” I mean really, she’s not only my sister but my twin. Haven’t I loved pink for, like, EVER? Seriously, pay attention.
Here’s another thing, just to shake things up a little more for you. I change my mind. Like, a lot. I can’t decide if I’m a feminine sort of girlie girl, or a sporty/casual girlie girl, a chic and put together girlie girl, or what. I need, like, 50 gazillion bracelets and earrings and shoes and outfits just to be able to play dress up in all the roles I feel fascinated and in love with. It’s frustrating for my husband who indulges my whims and pays for stuff when I ask him to, sure, but it’s also frustrating for me because I do like an awful lot of things.
I keep telling myself, Heather, you gotta grow up, there is a big world out there and nobody likes just pink their whole life. And nobody jumps around, never really settling on a style. No! Girls grow up to be women and women who are grown up know who they are and when they know who they are they can pick a wardrobe for a season and it makes sense, damn it. Their homes tell a story and don’t confuse the crap out of anyone that stops by to see why you still have Christmas lights in the bushes out front. Grown ups can shop on line and not give up after 4 hours because they love everything and can’t decide on anything (true story). I like a lot of stuff. It’s just hard, you know? Committing?
It’s a new day though, and I’ve made up my mind: I’m going to embrace my inner pinkness and I’m also going to love that I love a lot of things and be ok with the fact that I’m mercurial.
Who knows, by tomorrow I might(probably most definitelyish) decide I love stars and chartreuse after today’s fascination with tortoise and rose gold bracelets. Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.
Pink Out! Heather
I also LOVE bows. Especially on top of presents. Especially when the presents are pink and bow-ish. That totally never changes. Ask anyone.