Pink

I am painting my nails pink. Not just pink but hot pink. I am pretty sure I am far too old to wear hot pink nail polish. Though when I was young enough to wear it, I wouldn't have. When I was a teenager I hated pink. Not just disliked - HATED! I am not sure where this hatred stemmed from. It might have been that being the only girl, my mom dressed me in pink a lot. When I got my own room, mom painted it pink. It was not baby pink or soft pink. It was more cotton candy pink. When I was 13, my parents let me repaint it. I am not sure if letting 3 teenage girls paint a room how ever they want qualifies them as the coolest parents ever or just crazy. It happens to me quite often that the beauty that is in my head never quite turns out that way. Purple and teal were quite popular in the early 90s. So that is what I decided. We would paint the walls teal and then sponge paint purple over them. It wasn't pretty. Once I moved out, my mom repainted.....pink. Oh sorry, it is "rose"! I am not sure when or how I started to appreciate pink again. But as I look at the clothes I have picked out for this weekend, I am glad I have overcome my hatred of pink. I am sure there will be tons of pink this weekend and at this time tomorrow I will be tucked into my pink tent in the pink village.

I just hope I don't relapse into a pink hater! :)