The Thing About Pink

I have never been a lover of pink. No, that can’t be true, I’m sure somewhere in the past there was a pink party… pink clothes, pink food, pink EVERYTHING. Perhaps a truer statement would be I haven’t been into pink in a very long time.

I don’t own any pink clothes, I hardly have any pink in my scrapbooking stash, I tend to avoid it where I can. Probably comes from not being a girly-girl.

Thing is, when you have a daughter you are suddenly surrounded by it. Yes, I am drowning in a sea of pink.

Thing is, it kind of grows on you.

Pink Grows...

2 thoughts on “The Thing About Pink”

  1. You know, I think it only gets worse. Romilly is sort of into pink, but Ely’s room is beginning to look like a can of pink paint exploded in there. Pink, pink, pink, as far as the eye can see.

    Poor Brett. Poor, poor Brett.

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