Pink

It takes every ounce of my being not to write the title to this post as, PINK! PINK! PINK!!!!!!. I love pink. I think it is just so exciting. I don't know where this obsession came from or what day it began. I didn't even realize I liked pink as much as I did until I received some hot pink kitchen trays from my mother-in-law one Christmas. I remember being dumbfounded as to why she chose pink trays for me as opposed to any other color of the rainbow. She simply said, "Because you love pink."

I didn't argue with her. But that day has always stuck out in my mind as the day I realized that I do, I love pink. It's insanity.

Alright, maybe it's my purse collection that's insanity, but I love the pink backdrop Thomas chose for my wall of purses. If I could, I would use pink in every room of the house. But since there's a man that lives here I stretch my color palette and discover pink other places in the world, like this sunset in La Jolla last evening,

the fuschia from our wedding,

and the Lola's slurping tongue.

Comments

[Joanne (The Simple Wife)]

Love this photo of Lola--it just makes me giggle.

And really, what's NOT to love about pink?

I'm sad to say that I always hated pink until Audrey was born. I even told people at my big baby shower not to buy her pink clothes. But then she came and I started to like it. Then Emma came (and, well, we know what she's like!) and now I just LOVE it.

And I've said it before, but--gosh!--what a beautiful bride you are!

[HeadKnitwit]

Pink is a color that I feel. It is very descriptive of an emotion that can only be described as pink.